Woke up in a cocoon of silk and silence. Walls decorated with sunlight and distorted shadows. I made my way to the kitchen where I found a note.
"My Coco Pops are NOT common land"
Me and Aloysius searched the house for whoever wrote it, but as usual saw no one. Not even Black (she was out on one of her morning "power walks" that, I hate 2 say, are starting 2 upset the neighborhood). I tried to feed Aloysius the last cereals, but he refused to swallow. At least I have one new vital clue: the mysterious guest eats not only red velvet cake. He also eats teddy bear food.
Two hours later. Me and Black drink tall coffees in the shadow of the palm trees @ Bel Air Blvd. Black is a hallucination in blue lipstick. Caught in our euphoria she sprinkles our happiness onto strangers.
"Love your style darling, very Freud…ish!" she sings to a guy with a huge hat. "What's that supposed to symbolize?"
I just sit with a cigarette between my unpainted lips and smile.
Tonight we'll try something we haven't 4 a long time.
Btw: please comment! I see you in my statistics, but our world is built by words, not numbers.