VIII FELT SAD ABOUT GIVING John too many stories at one time. He was just so inquisitive and wanted to know so many things. Especially back stories of these characters, which led to other stories and those to even more. And that's when he started writing them all down on a legal pad to get them straight - then suddenly just shut everything down.
That was his name, John. I found out many things about him while I was in his mind feeding him stories.
When he left, I realized that I couldn't get back up on that shelf again. Or hardly anywhere besides this window and the futon-couch cushion.
Because he had wound up the string I'd used to climb down with. That string had allowed me to reach his coat and it was a simple jump from there to reach the futon-couch, even when I was feeling so weak.
