The Puppeteer's new diary ~ 1 ~
Night. Amazingly, almost all the puppets are asleep. And I am looking at the monitor, and there, on the floor of the former servants' room, my trump card lies, besotted with ether. I'm not afraid of oversleeping %[u_sex=male?his:her]s first appearance, no, I've envisaged everything. The alarm will go off, once the tape recorder turns on. And I still can't get asleep. It's so quiet outside. I've removed boards from the windows recently, so it's much lighter in the house now. There is no need in worrying now - the yard has run wild and the light can't be seen from the houses under the hill. And nobody will come closer.
