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Excerpt from the Diary of Thomas of the Third House
Human Butler, Kingdom of Bleb
Day 3
I believe it is important to keep records, if only so someone understands what happened to me.
Morning:
Awoke at dawn because someone was standing on my chest. Not aggressively. More… expectantly. I was informed (by staring) that it was time for breakfast. I made eggs. One fell. This was apparently correct.
Midmorning:
Swept the floor while being followed closely by the smaller one, who attempted to fight the broom. I apologized to both.
Afternoon:
Laundry. Folded carefully. Unfolded immediately. Refolded under supervision. The larger one approved by sitting directly on the warm pile. I did not argue.
Late Afternoon:
Was instructed (again by staring) to sit on the couch. Sat incorrectly at first. Corrected by gentle pressure. Remained still for forty-seven minutes. Learned many things about breathing.
Evening:
Prepared stew. Was told “good human” for stirring. I will carry this praise with me forever.
Night:
I am writing this with one hand. The other is unavailable. Both dogs are asleep on me. I am pinned, but not unhappy.
I miss my old life occasionally—my freedom, my shoes, my sense of direction.
But today, while the smaller one sighed and adjusted its head against my arm, I realized something important:
No one has ever trusted me this much before.
If this is service, it is the gentlest kind.
If this is captivity, I hope the door stays closed.
I will stop writing now.
They are dreaming.