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✽Fourth Post ~ Voice✽

[Mrs. Brisby is sewing. And as she set her SFC down, she was unaware that she turned it on. She hums, quietly, to herself, the sounds of shifting fabric the only indication of sewing.

After a few minutes, she starts to sing.]

Dream by night, Wish by day;
Love begins this way.
Night's a friend, With love to send
Each new day.
Bless your heart, Bless your soul,
Let your dreams come true.
Future songs and flying dreams
Wait for you.
Love, it seems, Made flying dreams
So hearts could soar
Heaven sent, These wings were meant
To prove, Once more,
That love is the key...

[She pricks herself with a needle, letting out a quiet "ouch!" before going back to humming the song, rather than singing the rest.]

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I don't know how different things are for humans... but for us mice, we have too much to worry about and take care of without getting ourselves into more trouble.

How am I suppose to know how things are for humans? All it seems in the time I've had to deal with them is that they create problems for themselves.

Oh, you aren't a human either?

No. I'm just possessing one for now.

...Possessing? What does that mean?

It means I'm in charge and he isn't. Not that it matters since he's basically comatose.

I... don't understand.

Imagine this. You or someone you know got hurt and they aren't waking up but aren't dead yet but could end up dead. Then I come along, an entirely different being and in connecting to the person who wont wake up. In forming this connection, I become that person while they can't be.

...That's... very confusing.

[My tiny mouse brain :'(]

One day I'll show you. It's easier that way.

...Show me?

Yes, in person

...How?

By letting you see it. How the hell else would I accomplish that?

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