- id: basically driving, a glass of nice red wine slowly drifting into her cut fingers. let's water them they'll grow back faster. typing. typing. a smile. let's have a little break cruising to lands of a really nice breeze tonight
- superego[obsequious]: I'm not going to let you do so, because you could be doing something else. something useful for a change...
- ego [pissed off]: here goes the goose again, back with it's breaking-down-the-feeling
- superego: according to your education, I'm not going to let you talk about me like that
- ego: me neither, let me diplomatically remind you, you are me so please cut down on it for a while, will you?
- id: right, a nice glass, and a shower, perfection of the instant and then back typing. smiling. a new image.
- ego: go ahead darling, you deserve it
before superego could add something else.
id and ego taped it's mouth and looked at your fingers growing back.
[as it was spring, little buds promising flowers started hatching]
