Love

"dear diary,

this incarnation of mine has been a good thing to me lately. instead of showing on the serval how i feel, the serval seems to have been showing me how i should feel. there has been dancing again, music filling the air, and a lot of other incarnations around having a lot of fun. that leaves no room for gloom. so there's been little eyeshadow. god must be pleased. and headmaster, who really does exist, but isn't really that interested in sheep, seems to be happy. he was smiling today, without scolding anyone. maybe he got a raise. maybe he realized that summer holidays will be coming up, after all, eventually. maybe he's in love. not with me, i hope.

i've been waiting for that, honestly. not for the headmaster, but for the love. for little serval falling in love in second world, ending up partnered to just anybody. maybe to some furry incarnation, who happened to say he (not she, really, i mean?) liked her, just for hearing her name is serval. i can't even imagine what the children would look like. they would probably have quite a load of different problems, and end up in my class. to jump and scream on command like the other children. earning top grades dancing the sheep dance.

there wasn't going to be any serval falling in love tonight, though. she spent some (but not all, to my surprise) of her allowance, then went to the sanctuary to show off her new stuff. but she left when hearing it was a 'tie me up' event again. and she didn't grumble when i put her to sleep after that.

mia"