Leonoria (Heather)

I really have no idea. None at all.  I want more than anything in the world is to find my place in it.  And my really good pair of wool socks.  I lost them several years ago, somewhere in the house and haven't been able to find them since.  This "show" feels revealing.  Revealing. Who is behind that curtain anyway?  And will it eat me?  I awoke this morning and knew today would be different, if I could gather enough courage, but it seems to have gone the way of my wool socks.  Hopefully I won't freeze like I normally do.  Perhaps I should try singing my woes? What's that?  Shhh.  Shhh.  NOT NOW!  That doesn't happen until the second act, and she's not really my evil twin, that's just what "they" say.  Maybe I am looking for my inner child.  She was frightened by the monster under the bed and she never came back.  The monsters are real, you know.  The monster at the end of this book.  And you were so scared...