“Ego simpliciter versatus, antequam moriar! Vicinus mente varieque in corpore - non sanus Et non insonuerit pulchra. Bibere possum, non multum comedit panem in timore vomitu furore nescio quae...vicinus mente varieque in corpore - non sanus Et non insonuerit pulchra. Bibere possum, non multum comedit panem in timore vomitu furore nescio quo nescio si hic est ... si malum est creatura."
Silence. That was good. Amazing, even. The universe wasn't going to punch me today with its "nervous paranoia" garbage. Not today! It was the 19th, Monday, September...and I wasn't afraid of anything. No spectre, no ghost, nothing within a ten mile radius was gonna bring me down.
Man, did I feel pathetic. Nope. Nope. Not today! I wasn't going to fall into that shit-trap-spiral that "the Virgin Queen Mary" wanted me in. In fact, I had enough human right to strip it of an identity, because once someone named it and gendered it and gave it enough power, it imprinted on the person like a freaking chicken and it wouldn't go away or leave you alone.
"I'M HAPPY! I'M CONTENT! I LOVE AND RESPECT YOU, BUT I WANT MY LIFE BACK! I JUST WANT TO HAVE A MOTHER...I'M SORRY ABOUT YOUR PROBLEM, BUT I'M NOT THE SOLUTION!!! I THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE AND PROVIDED, BUT THIS RELATIONSHIP--IT'S TURNING RATHER TOXIC ON--BOTH OUR ENDS. YOU KNOW ABOUT ME, BUT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU--WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT?! WHERE'S THE COMMUNICATION, THE LOVE, THE FOUNDATION, DAMMIT?! WE HAVE NO FOUNDATION. WE NEED TO BUILD A FOUNDATION, YOU HEAR ME?!
So, let's start again. Hi, my name is Maridia. What's yours?"
A smile, then a suggestion, as it giggled at me, motioning for Paolo to sit in her lap before grinning and whispering in my ear coquettishly, my eyes widening slowly.