I built a new box in my head today. I hope you like it. It’s bigger than the one you had this morning. You deserved a better box. Simple yet sparkly like frost on the grass first thing in the morning.
You see, though my physical life is very chaotic, lots of piles and stuff that doesn’t belong with other stuff, I like to keep my brain compartmentalized. If you want you can have a pillow in your box, maybe a blanket. But I don’t think you should have books. That would muddle things. I have to keep my own books in my head and your box doesn’t have room.
There was a twitch in my side when I walked on the sidewalk today. I told you about it but you were napping in your box. I really must get you that pillow. You looked uncomfortable. It was selfish of me to dwell on a twitch in my side when you were napping in a box with no pillow or blanket. Is this what narcissism feels like?