#iminpain

「贺天…」

He Tian...

「你说呢…」

Oliver opened his eyes slightly. The hot grasslands sun was shining brightly through the window. He mumbled some nonsense and cuddled closer into the warm, fuzzy figure he was being held by. 

Arlo was fast asleep. The sunlight refracted off of his iridescent black fur. He purred in his sleep, tail flicking slightly. 

Oliver looked up at Arlo. “Oh…g’mornin…” 

“Hmm?”

“How you feeling?”

Arlo opened one eye and looked down at Oliver. “Sleepy.” 

Oliver smiled and hugged Arlo closer. “I am too.”

The enderman chuffed gently. “Sleep in?” he warbled.

“Alright…”

Oliver cuddled into Arlo’s fluffy chest and smiled.

A walking case the doctors couldn’t crack, and the law wouldn’t touch,

I’ve started drinking. I used to hate drinking.

It’s not even about drowning the shit now.

I just can’t take the boredom;

I meander on through the day, doing what I need to do, no more

And often less.

Then I make my insides bleed, so at least my morning shit

Will be a little interesting. 

The others call it progress, but all it is, is that now they get to be

Scared for me, instead of scared of me. 

Of course, most of them have no idea, since I know

I’m often drinking at their expense,

Quiet at their expense too, 

The tremble-bringing shrieks from my angry throat have become chilly,

Silent, side-glances from my eyes as I try to bring the lines back together.

I’m always straining to see something I can’t manage to care about,