Sleeping Beauty Page #2

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Thank you.

Not to worry.

Upsy daisy.

No harm done.

Sorry.

Don't worry.

You did really well.

Leave those for the cleaners.

We won't be needing you

anymore tonight.

Thanks.

-You look lovely.

-Yeah, you too.

Your hair looks great.

Can I leave early tonight?

-Just this once.

-Thank you.

It gets a bit easier.

It's never easy, though.

How long have you been

doing it for?

What kind of a question

is that?

I'm sorry.

-Thanks.

-No problem.

May I?

Yeah, be my guest.

Some people fake their deaths.

I'm faking my life.

You're doing a good job.

I want to show you something.

I would really love to

suck your cock.

Hallelujah.

Hi, Lucy.

What time is it?

It's morning.

Can I get you anything?

Coffee?

Yeah, coffee.

Thanks.

Hey, Birdmann?

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Thank you.

-Not at all.

-It's very kind of you.

It's a pleasure.

Thanks.

I'm ready, I think.

I think I'm nearly ready.

We can get you back

into detox.

I could, I'm flush.

Thank you.

I don't think I'd make it

this time.

You could.

Do you believe that?

I don't know.

Sandhill Dunnart.

Nocturnal and endangered.

A marsupial mouse.

Thought to be extinct

until recently.

Its main predators include

owls and bats.

Little is known about the animal

due to its rarity.

First they eat insects but

will also eat meat on occasion.

Sharp, carnivore's teeth.

Scared, Sandhill Dunnart will make

a loud noise...

...as it moves into an

offensive position.

What it really is...

...the Sandhill Dunnart...

is a miniature, a more

tenacious kangaroo.

Hi, Thomas.

No time, no hear.

I'd be happy to do what I can,

try me.

Sorry?

For how long?

That's it?

How much?

OK yes.

Yeah, I understand.

OK. Bye.

-Hey.

-Good afternoon.

Come in.

Come through.

Welcome to my home.

I hope the trip wasn't too grueling.

-No, it was fine. Thank you.

-Wonderful.

Perhaps you'd like a shower

to refresh you after your long drive.

There's a bathroom at the end

of the corridor on the right.

You'll find a robe behind the door.

Oh, and try not to let your

hair get wet.

Sure.

I'm ready.

-Are you feeling well?

-Pardon?

Are you in good health?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You're going to sleep

and wake up.

It'd be as if these hours

never existed.

You won't even dream.

For an hour or two after you wake

you'll feel, yes, slightly...

...groggy, but then fine.

Perfectly fine.

Not nearly as bad as a hangover.

Such a sleep works wonders.

You'll feel...

...profoundly restored.

Thank you, Clara.

A few months ago,

a strange thing happened.

I was idling through my bookshelves,

when I noticed a book...

...my brother's once given me

for my birthday.

A collection of short stories.

Well, I started to reread

one of those stories.

It was about a man who one morning

wakes up and cannot...

bring himself to get out of bed.

He shuts his eyes is self defense.

He reexamines his life.

He's seized with a restlessness.

He packs his bags, cuts all ties,

he can no longer live among the people he knows.

They paralyze him.

He's monied, he goes to Rome.

He wants to burrow under the earth

like a bulb, like a root.

But even in Rome he cannot escape

people from his former life.

So, he decides to return to the city

where he was born and educated...

but which he can't quite

bring himself to call home.

Well, the move doesn't help.

He feels he has no more right

to return than a dead man.

What can he do? He desires an extreme

solution to his conundrum.

He aches for nothing less than

a new world, a new language.

Nothing changes.

Out of indifference, and because he

can't think of anything better to do...

...he decides once more to

leave his hometown, to do some hitching.

A man picks him up, they ride off into the night

when BANG, the car smacks into a wall.

The driver dies, our man

is hospitalized, broken up.

Months pass, his wounds heal.

Now he wishes for life.

He has a confidence in himself,

in things he doesn't have to explain.

Things like the pores in his skin,

all things corporeal.

He can't wait to get out of the hospital,

away from the infirm and the moribund.

"I say unto thee, rise up and walk.

None of your bones are broken".

The end.

When I reread those words

"Rise up and walk. None of your bones are broken"...

...I felt a tremendous sadness.

Do you know what the opening

line of the story is?

"When a man enters his 30th year

people will not stop calling him young".

I'd been given the book

for my thirtieth birthday.

"The Thirtieth Year"

by Ingeborg Bachmann.

So I had heard.

I had been told.

I knew all along, even if

I didn't really know.

The great true things are unsurprising.

But what did I do back then?

I carried on.

I carried on dutifully.

We were the happy couple, Elizabeth and I.

That's how people saw us.

But in truth, I did not cherish my wife.

And I did not cherish my friends.

Or even my children.

I just carried on.

I was a success.

I made my way.

But with each step I cringed.

I was on the back foot, the defensive.

And now...

...tonight, for the first time

I say...

...my bones are broken.

Broken.

One day I will need your help.

All of my bones are broken.

You're safe.

There's no shame here.

No one can see you.

But our rules must be respected.

No penetration.

Thank you, Clara.

Take care.

You will feel better very soon.

Thanks.

Your instinct was right.

We'll see.

You really are a fuckwit.

Adios amigo.

Chinga tu madre.

(F*** your mother)

I'm really sorry.

Me too.

Good morning.

Is this Excelon still available?

That's right. Fantastic place.

Out of the city.

I have keys, I can show you

if you like.

No, it's fine.

I'm sure the Excelon

will be excellent.

-It is better to see it, though.

-No, it's OK.

I have a friend in the building.

Well, if that's the case,

then we can definitely do that.

Do you have photo ID?

Some paperwork.

You know how it is.

A stitch in time saves nine.

Hi, Thomas.

This is Sara.

I was just wondering if

Clara is out of her meeting.

Maybe you could give me a hand.

Thing is, I have a new lease.

I was just wondering if there's

any work available.

I'd be really grateful if you

could keep me in mind.

Thanks very much.

Bye, Thomas.

Nearly done.

It's OK.

Here it comes,

it's all right.

Sorry.

I have an important call,

I really have to take it.

I'll be back, Dr. Frankenstein.

OK. Bad monster.

Look.

It's my bag. I'm coming back, OK?

We have one rule.

No penetration.

Only way I can get a hard on these days

is if I swallow a truck load of Viagra...

...and then some beautiful woman

jams her fingers up my ass.

I'm the one that needs

the penetration.

I don't expect that

good fortune tonight.

You're quite right.

Thanks, Clara.

Stretch your c*nt, you little b*tch.

I'm gonna press your button

and make you all wet.

Then I'm gonna f*** you

with my big dick.

I'm gonna f*** you with my

horse's prick and make you f***ing scream.

You f***ing little b*tch.

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