The room has been silent, except the whir of a ceiling fan. The animals have not been in here, except the stuffed, possibly deceased ones the animals maul like ferocious jungle tigers.
I can read her mind. The lady on the bed. I am now fairly sure I am picking up on her thoughts. I need to hone in on it better. So far I hear these words, over and over:
"Karma karma karma karma, karma chameleon
You come and go, you come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red gold and green, red gold and green."
What is this? Why does it repeat? Is this a sign she is more mad than I suspected? I probably should not try to zero in on these thoughts better. I do not like them. I'm stale cake, I have enough to deal with. Please get the animals so I can hear their paws pattering, and even the noises inside their round bellies. Prefer.
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