Waking up from my afternoon sleep, there’s a weight on my chest. Opening my eyes, I see that the panther is next to me and one of his paws is pressing down on my front.
“You’re not meant to be here,” I say, trying to sit up. He pushes me back down.
“Ah, but I am here,” he says. “You look awful. Exhausted. And where’s that New Chap then?”
“He lives in Abroad,” I say.
“You see,” the panther says. “He can’t bear to be near you and…”
“It’s not like that,” I say. “He…”
“He’s not here though, is he?” The Panther says. “But I am. I’m back and you can’t get rid of me and…”
“But the new drugs are working,” I say. “You’re not meant to be here and…”
“Well, obviously they’re not,” the panther says, resting his huge head on my shoulder. Stroking his head, I lie down again. He breathes into my ear and his breath smells of rotting meat. It is a terrible disappointment that he is here, but life is cruel so here he is.
The attached photo is today’s gym outfit.
Happy Thursday everyone!
*1989. By James Alexander Thom. Novel.