Bedtime

What a sad night. Nothing I want to do, no one I want to talk to, and no options but bed. I was happy once, when the duct tape was firmly pressed over my lips and nothing I said upset anyone, because I was wise enough to quietly take each injury inflicted upon my dignity. Now I am growing old, and very, very sad. Death is peeping through my windows, stalking me. It's my cat and mouse game to amuse me for a few years, before it all fades to black.