Monologue

I Am cold.

My hands are cold.

But my body feels warm.

Like there's a fire burning up my insides

But it's pleasant.

Pleasant like daisies on a spring day.

Pleasant like the cool breeze of a summer night.

Pleasant like my heart is made of roses

That welt only to come back as vibrant as ever.

My heart is pleasantly burning,

Yearning constantly for more and more.

I've never met a dog I didn't like.

And I've never met a cat I wasn't 100% safe around.

But that's okay.

I Am pleasant.