[02:00 hrs]. The fisheye view of the human’s room on my face seems to stir something in her yet again. She says she wants to paint my face but complains of never having enough time or patience to do so. Truth being told, she is just afraid of not being able to meet her own expectations because of how much she loves the idea of painting me but is apprehensive of her own skills. So she just stares at me. Eyes wide open, watching me stir counterclockwise until each whirr of mine becomes a pulse that steadies her own.
[03:00 hrs]. After countless tosses and turns, the human has finally slept. Her feet are cold with violent wind and rain outside but wont turn me off because i serve as a tiny reminder for her that even silence has texture.
[10:00 hrs]. The sunlight struck my face around 4 hours ago. She is up again. Not from her bed, but she’s thinking of it. She changed my speed back to 4. When it’s cold outside, and she still chooses 4, it is usually accompanied by a strong gust of solitude and an occasional draft of longing to drown out the hundreds of other arguments echoing in her head.
[13:00 hrs]. Food is here. Her face always tells me she isn’t particularly fond of hostel food. In all honesty, it doesn’t look very appetising to me either, so i guess i understand her apathy. At least she isn’t starving herself like before.
[14:00 hrs]. Sundays are quiet. She likes being alone, i suppose. Her face looks…calmer, her body more relaxed and her breaths fuller than how she is when she is with other people. I guess constantly living with other humans might be exhausting. But i think she’s the kind who would need it. She romanticises loneliness so much that she mistakes it for being alone. She seldom feels lonely these days though. She has gotten a lot better. She enjoys being alone without feeling lonely now. When she does get so, she just looks at my face and in my curved reflection, the room looks warped in its surface, but the comfort for her is that it still holds her within it, just how she holds onto the tiny slivers of joy like staring at my face every now and then.