10.10

[Today is a palindrome, if you ignore the year. I said that last year on 11.11. Good luck?]

[I can't write anything today. I have tried. It was crap. I will write again in the morning.]

I can't feel hot breath on my face yet, but I know it's coming. I'm curled in a little ball in the boll of the tree and I can't feel the hot breath. I'm terrified to open my eyes and see it coming, but the good thing is that I can't feel it yet. I saw it from a ways off and immediately dropped to hide and I'm really excited that I can't feel. Maybe it won't find me. Maybe it will pass me by.

I can feel the hot breath on my face. It smells like death. Maybe, I think sadly, it's the other way around. Death smells like tiger breath, and I've been wrong all along.

It would fit. I would think death would curl too in the boll with me.

Good thing I don't have time to figure that out.