SLEEP SLEPT
Sleep warmed itself beneath the table, beneath the Dormouse's fur.
It curled up like a fat golden cat.
It purred, a heavy resonance vibrating through the fur. The fur remembered Alfred Schnittke.
The Dormouse felt it.
Eyes shut, he pulled a tiny brass pocket-horn from his waistcoat—A on one side, S on the other.
TO0t-toot->—<-toot-t0OT.
Sleep fell asleep.
The Dormouse continued dreaming.
He dreamed a bluish-grey cat waited in the doorway.
Behind the door, a mouse rolled a barrel of dynamite.
Jerry rolled.
Tom waited.
Jerry rolled.
Tom waited.
The gap coiled
Jerry coiled
Tom coiled
The dream waited.
Harpsichord filled the stillness.
...
Neither arrived.
A foot flustered.
Tapped.
One, two.
One, two.
These became a switch switching the dream off.
The Dormouse TO0t-toot->—<-toot-t0OT.
Sleep slept.
Z z Z z Z z ...
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I used to love watching Tom and Jerry.
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