- Vol. 03
- Chapter 05
Purring, she asked if I were man, or mouse. ‘Man,’ I said ‘of course.’
She does not know about the dream; the one that repeats at three am every morning.
The one where I am backed against the plaster behind the gap in the wainscot; flattening my bones to still my pounding heart and quiet my shouting lungs; the cat so close I cannot see her whiskers.
She must never know about the dream; she is far too fond of playing with her food.