“It’s the three ring circus. There are clowns, tigers, one legged elephants, and for a bonus feature: we’ve got a white zebra. You in for the count? You want tickets with that heaping bowl of popcorn? Deal’s going once, twice, too late.”
Only one voice said things like that—I sighed and sat up in the darkness. “I’m sleeping… again.”
“Again—you mean ‘finally’!” It chided me, “You’ve been awake for a very long time. It’s about time you fell off to nanaland. I can only amuse myself so much here. You’re not that entertaining of a person.”
“Thanks… for that.”
“Keeping it real, Bearded Lady.”
Oh, lovely. A circus theme.
“Fairytales are overdone. The court jester wants his turn.”
“Last time you told me I’m the Immortal. I’ve adjusted. I’ll do whatever I need. What else can you hit me with?
