She wore a petticoat. What a nice
little petticoat. I enjoyed her body in a
I can see it - it's a sigil, it's
marked upon the wall.
"Can you tell me what it means?" I
Minds are molding.
"I'm afraid I cannot," he
I'm disappointed. I can see an old
stuffed cat, made of old floral fabrics and black yarn. It made
me feel nice and warm - comforted inside my melancholy feeling.
And now I felt oblivious. I felt oblivious to most things. I
could fly up in the sky, through the clouds and with the birds. I
could do that.
She took a long drag on her
cigarette and gazed up at me with green eyes. She had green
"He's not paying attention to you,"
her voice muttered. Her words echoed and vibrated, I gained a
My mind focused on her eyes, I fell
deep inside the pools of mossy-green. I think I smiled slightly,
wrapped up in my quilt. I quite liked quilts.
Her lips began to move again, her
eyes fixated on me. I couldn't hear a word she said. I could hear
a tune from a little music box playing in my head; it resonated
inside my brain with its tinkering
Light flickered upon her pale face.
It danced in the midst of her eyes.
My mind stopped and my body
flinched. I blinked myself back to reality. Her eyes still rested
on me. I glanced to my left at David.
He had frightening
"I asked you a question five times,
you didn't answer." David said firmly.
"I apologise," I whimpered, "I
"Don't apologise, you don't mean
it." David spat.
"David," her eyes flicked over to
him, "Stop giving him a hard time. He's going through difficulty
right now. I can tell."
David's gaze softened slightly. I
shuffled around on the floor and shivered, tightening my quilt
around my body.
"Now Jimmy," David's scholarly voice
filled the room once more, "Explain to me the methods you use to
convey your thoughts in your…"
David's voice melted into a tune,
another music box tune! It trickled into the room, each clang
sounded like a raindrop. Before I could get a hold of myself it
rained - no, it poured a song. It poured a song!
I felt like dancing into the
churning wonders of this fairy-tale land where the tune led
Suddenly everything ceased as a soft
hand touched my shoulder. The psychedelic scene drizzled into the
picture of the room I sat in. David's harsh eyes stared at me. I
looked to my right. It was her hand on my shoulder. Her eyes
gazed into mine. She smirked. O and how wonderful, she sat by me
now. She sat by me smirking with her pink lips and mossy-green
eyes and delicate hand on my shoulder, upon the blankets that I
tossed on to the ground and the middle-eastern looking pillows I
threw about the floor.
"Stop distracting him, Maisie."
"I'm not distracting him," she
snipped, "He's distracting himself. His mind can't fixate itself
on whatever you may be talking to him about, it wanders. You
wouldn't understand that."
"Of course," David rolled his eyes,
"You say that I don't understand loads of things. Why don't you
do us all a favour and fix up a pot of tea or
"I'm not a maid," Maisie retorted,
"I'm staying in here. You don't know what you're
Whilst they argued (as they did most
of the time) I hummed my tune. I tried to return to the
fairy-tale land but with their arguing, I couldn't
"Shut your mouths," I mumbled,
closing my eyes.
"Excuse me?" David's voice sounded
"He's trying to return from whence
he came whenever you asked that question."
"Shut up, Maisie."
"Kitty, kitty, kitty…" I called,
"Where is that kitty?"
"What on earth is he talking
"Hush up, David!"
Alas everything disappeared. I
opened my eyes. Maisie gazed at me wondrously while David did so
I tried not to pay attention to
David's awful stare. I shifted my gaze to Maisie once more. O,
how I longed to hold her in my arms and run my fingers through
her long and silky brown hair.
"Perhaps we'll stop for today,"
David grumbled, getting out of his chair, "It's no use. I can't
"I know that," Maisie muttered
"Hush," David spat, "If you seem to
know him so well, why don't you tell me what's going on in his
Maisie shrugged, "If I tried to tell
you, you still wouldn't understand. Your mind is full of
"My mind is full of homicide? Look
at Jimmy! He's already killed two men, you think my mind is full
"It wasn't Jimmy's fault," Maisie
pointed out, "He didn't know what he was doing."
"That's the only reason I found
interest in him. I thought he was just a
"Then what is he, hm?"
"How do you expect me to know,
David? I just understand him more than you do! It doesn't mean I
can diagnose him!"
David rolled his eyes. "I'm going to
my quarters now, if you two don't mind."
"We certainly don't mind," Maisie
spat as David avoided her remarks. He made his way
Maisie sighed. "Ah, Jimmy…" she
"Starlight, moonlight, it's not the
same." I said. For whatever reason that made me feel chilly and
then it made me feel melancholy. Tears came to my eyes and soon
enough I burst out crying. "Maisie, they're not the same…they're
not the same…." I whimpered.
Maisie gathered me into an embrace.
I cried into her shoulder.
"Hush," she murmured, "Everything
will be all right. I promise you that."
"No, no, no, no…" I cried, "It will
not! I can't…I can't…moon…will you bring me my
Maisie rubbed my back. "Most people
want the moon," she explained, "That's why it's in the sky, I
think - so that we can all gaze upon it."
I let go of her, gathering myself
again. "I c-can't, I c-can't, I wish the grass wouldn't die. I
wish trees wouldn't die…" as I went on it made me sadder and I
continued crying. I heard crickets, I heard little children
singing in my head.
"Get some sleep, darling," Maisie
suggested, "Tomorrow will be another nice day, and we'll lie in
the grass and eat huckleberries."
"Will we?" I asked
"I'll make sure of it," Maisie
beamed, "And I'll make sure David doesn't get in the way. You
know how he is."
I smiled. I smiled! She made me feel
"Well," she took in a deep breath,
"I'm going to be off to my bed, now. Sleep well." At that she
kissed my forehead and left for her quarters. I remained in the
middle of the room. I buried myself under my quilts and rested my
head on my pillows.
I couldn't sleep. And so I opened
the window and stared at the moon, pallid in the charcoal sky. I
sang a song to the moon. I really did. I hope she liked my
And in its brilliance my moon lulled
me to sleep. The moon is a nice fellow.