Daily Report Number 13
Bob laugh. Bob so silly. You don’t say a word even though they are waiting for you to speak. You never needed other people to realize that you existed. You have always dreamed of being the tall dark cowboy riding away in the sunset. Bob point at the picture. Yes Bob that is very pretty Bob. Yes, pretty, veerrry pretty. But, instead, you must return each day, face the same people, and be here. Bob make pretty picture. Bob have fun. Yay for Bob! Being a human every day is harder than it appears. No wonder, you think, people consider the setting sun to be so beautiful to watch as it escapes into tomorrow. What next Bob?
