Inside the mind of the sag around the sack and hard moments.
It’s so lonely here. It’s stifling in fact. Most of the day and night kept in a cloth prison away from eyes, touch, or any recognition.
Mostly, I’m just a sprinkler. I dribble a lot.
Sometimes I’m treated like a pet. Other times I meet a friend. If I’m lucky I get to hide in a dark comfortable place but the experience is so fast…