Rayah spaces us out and I swallow, wondering what's wrong. Alyx runs in the other room, but not before slamming into the door due to his eyes being closed. I chuckle at it before watching him crawl in the room and shut the door.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of. — Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane