Silent. Dark. Quiet. Good.
Music is playing.
Sleep. Sleeping. Sleeping beauty.
Don't wake the babies. Mama, don't wake mama.
Find papa bear, dearest. Vixy, find Papa.
Bye bye dearie.
Sleep. Sleeping.
Silent. Silent? True silence?
Mama wakes up. Mind is clear. Mind is rage, for it is fire.
Rising, lifting, far above. Strings, strings take me. Take me to that man. That man had left long ago, I thought but here he is.
Pop, pop, pop.
Pop goes the weasel. Pop goes his spine. Pop goes his neck, his lungs pop, his knuckles pop, his eyes pop, his breathing pops.
Pops.
Stops.
Another one to hide. Silly mama, always mistaking the guards for that bad man.
