Good morning, Sunshine. Were you hoping the skies would clear while you slept? Oh I have some sad news, honey... Forecast calls for snow and lonesome cold. My apologies for being the bearer of such unapologetic news.
I think I'll stay here for a little while. I had weeks of spectacular sleep and I am sharper than ever.
I think I might become the monster they've always wanted. Malleable, momentary... and completely merciless. A shapeshifter. A sympathetic spirit that turns into a sadistic slut right before their very eyes. They will feel so very sorry until snap! Oh how splendid it all sounds.
Maybe. Just maybe.
Maybe I will keep very still. So still it sickens you. I will sit there silently with a sinister smile. So so so still it will scare you. You will expect everything from me! And still, I will sit.
Or maybe I will slither slowly up your spine. Make every sensation shiver. Sing shocking songs softly to you. Saunter about in your sick little soul.
So unsure of my strategy.
But I swear to you... I shall stay.
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