Prince Pi and I

I’m on my way home from a delightful weekend. My eyes are slipping shut. They are filled with sand. And my head is heavy. Maybe it is filled with sand too. I’m on the train. Elisabeth Bennett is having a dispute with Mr. Darsy on my audiobook. I quite like Jane Austen.

I’m in the children’s carriage. Why did they put me in the children’s carriage? I am not a child. Stop treating me like a child. I do not want to watch your cartoons. I fall asleep, I think. I can’t really tell.

I am like the girl in the new train commercial.

Like in a dream, she sings, and I am definitely sleeping now.

I made an important decision today. I am going to Estonia, instead of Denmark. I feel guilty. I know it’s my choice, but I can’t brush the guilt off my shoulders. They will be angry. Or sad, at least. I know. Stop blaming me. Stop looking at me with your scornful eyes. Angry eyes of disappointment. I am not a child, it’s my choice to make.

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