Entry 3

I been dreaming. She lays on me like a cool blanket. But my breathing, it comes harder and harder ‘til I can’t move or cry for mercy. When I wake up, she’s just laying in the corner. These dreams got me tired. I’m taking the cart to town tomorrow. She ain’t eating nothing I put afore her. But she don’t complain. That’s how you tell a royal apart. They don’t bang knives when they hungry, but they wait all patient for the pig knuckles to come out.