Waiting at Table by Susan H Trought (animal farm read txt) 📕

I’ll liquefy, stupefy....
If he comes by.
Sigh.
Oh! Look!
There he is! There he is! There he is!

Where?

There! There!
Over there! Look!

Who? Him?

Yes...Sssh! Don’t look!

But

Don’t look! Sssh!
Do something! Do something!
Stir your coffee...

But....

What’s he doing now? Where is he?
Has he seen me? Is he looking?
Where is he?

He’s coming over.

What? Oh no!
Does my hair look all right?

Don’t panic. Only a joke...

A joke? Don’t joke. It’s not a joke.
Do you think it’s a joke?
I’m a joke?

No, Jeez. Chill.

I will. I will.
What’s he doing now? Don’t you think he’s gorgeous?

Ummm...

No, don’t look. Talk to me
Talk to me. Say something.

Like what?

Anything. I don’t know. Anything.
Act normal.
I’m agitated. Heart sated.

He’s over rated.

What?
I’m all pulsated
‘Cos he came by.
Oh my...

Sigh

Publication Date: 02-22-2011

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