Chapter 2: Chapter 2: We have a friend, or not. I don’t know. I find it best not to worry about it. It is calm.

I am a sunflower.

 

Isn’t that nice?

 

But the sun itself has gone to sleep now and its soft warmth has left the world for another day.

 

- That is unfortunate.

 

However, I instead find warmth reaching me from somewhere else.

 

From my high perch, atop the wooden thing, I turn my still growing, bulbous head. I look at the source of the heat, at the fire that the ugly-flower, my savior and abductor, sits before.

 

Be careful, friend. Fire is dangerous.

 

I look towards the fire. It is a lot like the sun.

 

But it is late. I must prepare for the next day to come.

 

After all, the sun will be here soon again and I wouldn’t want to miss it.

 

The ugly-flower looks at me and I straighten myself back upright from my hunched over position. Pulling my stalk straight, I hold my leaves tightly against myself and face strictly towards the east, in anticipation of the rising sun to come, just as soon as the night is over.

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There is a moon above my head.

 

But I do not care for the moon.

 

I am a sunflower.

 

Good night.

 

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It is a ‘cart’.

 

We are stuck.

 

Well, more aptly said, she is stuck.

 

“Fuck’s sake! Fucking piece of fucking fuckity fuck-fuck fucking SHIT!” There is a loud thudding as she strikes the cart with her rootless stump. I shake.

 

Apart from the shaking, I am content where I am. Although, I would perhaps like more dirt. My roots feel dry and I am getting thirsty.

 

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