The Puppeteer's new diary ~ 5 ~
The ballerina is spinning - where did you come from? Father never showed you to me. A small graceful ivory figurine. The music stopped, and you are frozen. I'm eyeing up - who are you? - and I can't see. My eyes hurt - when have I last slept? I need to lie down, but there is always something going on in my theater. Even though I've figured out all the steps in detail and learned the motions of each doll, I'm still afraid of oversleeping something interesting
