‘I stopped needing to be rescued and that was a really cool thing.’ Bunny considered this quote and twitched her nose in agreement.

We understand that you want to observe us. You created a camera that looks like our polar bear faces, and this both angers and intrigues us. We will eventually eat you; but first, we will study you.

I miss you.

You cut right to the core of me. 

To have these shoes, she thought, would be power. To undo what should not have been done, to exit stage left a scene she should not have entered, let alone participated in, would be magic only known to the gods. With a click-click-click, she could be gone. Returned to where, she could not know. But out of here, she would go.

I went camping once with people that I really didn’t know all that well. It all turned out fine and no one was hurt or humiliated. We all slept in one tent and everyone behaved themselves. One night, as we were waiting for sleep to arrive in our tiny, dark tent, the bonfire that was dying suddenly sprang back to life, with flames taller than us. The light it cast off was brilliant. This was all happening outside of our tent, and even though we dared each other to go out and look, no one actually did. So we missed out on the passing by wizard and his fire magic. Maybe next time, yeah?

She was born this way. Before Gaga said it. Before words like chemicals and cognitive brain development and neurons were tossed around casually. She was wired this way long before she would become self-aware. The odds were either stacked in her favor or against her, depending on how you looked at it. And there’s the rub, yeah? It’s all in how you look at it. Her eyes were wired to see it all upside down and not turn it right side up. Half full and half empty, what glass do you speak of, ha-ha-ha. Ho ho ho. She was born this way.

Remember that night we went to Dunkin’ Donuts and you wanted to get hot chocolate and I didn’t want any but I wanted any excuse to keep talking to you and so I said I wanted hot chocolate too and you pulled into the parking lot and there were a bunch of punk teenagers inside and I got scared so you went in and got the hot chocolate for the both of us?

No?

You don’t remember? You probably remember the hot chocolate. The part that mattered to you.

“Very well,” Marcus sighed. “I will cut your hair and I will sing you a song and I will devastate you. Naturally, I am referring to the haircut I will give you. It will be awful. But the song will see you through.”

For the summer, this will be streaked throughout my hair. Just like the old days. When the possibilities were still endless.