‘You’re not feeling depressed are you, Sasha? You are lying there with your eyes closed for long periods of time. Sometimes I can see your eyes open in slits and then they shut again.’
Well, you have cleared my toys away and it is a bit cool to relax outside. I only wanted to go out for a short time yesterday and the day before…’
You aren’t feeling ill, are you Sasha?’
Well, I have all these thoughts. Sometimes I would like to share them with someone who understood my deepest needs…
‘I want you to be happy, Sasha.’
Maybe if I just stayed here quietly for a while, with my eyes half closed in the semi-dark, with this rug around me, I would feel better, cosier…
