“Can I come in?”

“Yes."

“What happened?”

“Mom!”

“We need to take care of this."

“I’ll be fine.”

“You say that all the time.”

“I do. I'm fine.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

“Please place me on the bed.”

“Yes, of course."

“Am I heavy, mother?”

“Not any heavier than last week.”

“Open the blinds once you place me down.”

“There are some things that should stay in the dark.”

"Can you buy me a crimson dress like hers, mom?”

“Abby, don’t start that again. You are not her.”

“But I am so much like her mom. Don’t you see?”

“You definitely have her gift."

“Come sit on the bed with me mom. I will tell you a story.”

“I don’t like your stories, Abby."

“Don’t be afraid, mother.”

“Ok. I’m listening.”

“One rainy night in October, a young boy named Spencer ascended the stairs to the bedroom of a young woman who lay awake in her bed.. The leaves had all fallen off the trees, and the sky was black. The wind hissed and shook the naked tree branches wildly. Spencer’s footsteps weren’t silenced by the wind. They were getting closer. The young woman sat up in bed, and fixated her eyes on the door knob as it turned slowly. A large shadow appeared until she could see the figure fully enter the room and close the door quietly behind him. She didn’t move. He approached the foot of her bed, and started undressing”.

“Please stop.”

“I can’t. The story continues.”

“You must stop, Abby. You know what happens when you finish. Please lay down and go to sleep."

“Sleep is for those who don’t dream, or see like I do. Mom, stay with me.”

“I won’t go.”

“I knew that already. You will though, once I’m asleep. Please don’t cry tonight mom.”

“I can’t make you any promises."

“I knew that too. I’ve seen it. Come. Do you like it when I hold you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I know, but you don't like my gift. I won't finish my story, mom.”

"In knowing yourself, you know the world. In knowing you are unsure..you know the world? Yes thats it. Also, in knowing you dont know, you know the world.

Hmm...

In realizing you have completely shifted your stance on any or all given and/or held beliefs; well my friend, you have just met the world."

"There is bliss found in chaos, but absolute chaos is no longer chaos, this is when order is chaos, and I know this is all redundant and elementary jargon, but I must state it, for I have taken up the decision to begin writing down every single thought I've thinked or learned thus far.. as a means of knowing what I know, you know?"

...

"Anyways theres a song over the horizon, I see it tasting me and the sound is true!"

...

"If I werent insane I would might have lost my mind?"

...

"Whos odor is making all this ruckus?! Get in here and watch it go!"

"Relax, Old Chap, its only a note on the chandelier from Chancellor Shillingsley, that old loon! Take care to listen now,

'Addressing my good friends and champions of men, Doctor Baleen Ansbury and Professor Malcolm Haldsborough,

You're not going to believe this, but I have confirmed trace evidence for our presupposition regarding the uselessness of the tomorrow'sbreath. Although, it may be significantly spread and explained so that it can mandatorily and with great urgency be immediately disregarded, yet, nobody can quite know where it is concealed, as it were. Well, tally forth with your businesses and may I see you again in the great blender in the sky.

Your friend and potential guardian angel,

(depending on how this go fleshes out)

Chancellor Farlience Shillingsley

P.s. Don't mourn me, my animal friends have all tended and carried out my final requests."

"Splendid man, he."

"M'yes, he holds quite the inspirational gall in his stones."

"Hey, can you put away the dishes?"

"Yeah, hold on. Just gotta paste my college essay and submit this application. Just one seconnnddd annndddd-"

"You never do anything! Wow. Why are you being so rude?"

"W-What?!"

"You never do anything I ask you. Stop saying you can't-"

"I never said I can't! Why are you acting like this? Are you okay?"

"What? Wow. I'm done. Stop yelling at me!"

"But I didn't even do anything! Are you okay?"

"Wow. I can't even deal with you right now."

"Why do you never trust me? All you ever do is scream in my face so I can't get anything done!"

"NO I DON'T!"

"Do you even hear yourself?"

"Yes, I can, and I'm NOT yelling."

"Mhmm. Whatever you say."

...

...

"Go to your room."

"What?"

"You heard me. I said go to your room."

"But I didn't even-"

"GO!"