i am called into my master's office. my master is waiting for me. he is not happy to have waited for me.
'why did you keep me waiting?'
i curl up into a ball and sit on the table in front of my boss while i cry. i feel as though my whole life is a series of mistakes.
my master gently massages my back and tells me that he cares for me and that i am a good worker. he tells me that everyone has troubles sometimes and that i am really ok. he tells me that things aren't that bad.
my boss has chalk on his hands and he traces patterns onto my shoulders. i sob enigmatically. i am a clockwork creature.
my boss lays a row of sweets on the floor which lead into a box. i melt down onto the floor and hoover up the sweets with my mouth while my boss rides me like a surf board. i arrive in the box that has much shredded newspaper.
i live in the box for two months.