HI MISS ALICE ✩

I seem to lose track of time, of the days, so very easily now. Its all a blur.
It keeps me sane.

I met the owner at a lion's den rehearsal. Or stumbled into him, rather. The most important person in the entire company and I was wearing a frumpy dusty sweaty jacket. And he smiled at me - a sweet smile. Genuine. He was once a clown. He was a stilt walker and a fire eater.
Cirque was once a troupe of street performers.
I never let go of my dreams. I won't ever give up. I won't back down.

I have love, and I suppose that is all you really need.
My beau - sometimes he tells me that he dreams about me. And I smile for days.

I had a creepy (but good) dream last night:

We were a crew on board a ship. Among us were civilians, and pilgrims. We were settlers, heading for some distant location.
Our surroundings were warm wood and fabric, nothing cold or metallic.
On several occasions walking through the hallways, someone would mention hearing water. And we'd listen and follow the sound, hoping to find the source of this running water, never to any avail. We would hear stories about people going missing. Sometimes in our search, we would see shadows around corners. And we all confess to hearing movement in the walls at night.

Then when I go to sleep in my cabin, I wake up to the drip drip of water from above, and see water leaking through my ceiling. I grab a torch and head up a ladder, to the corridor above, where I see a pipe, with several gashes, spraying water everywhere. Others have come to help me stop this leak.
When patching this pipe, I mention how the 4 holes look like claw or teeth marks. Everyone laughs nervously, and we try not to discuss what could have damaged the metal.
Now that we are all soaking wet and slightly frightened, we are not in the mood for sleep. We all sit on the benches in the Mess Hall and eat some fried chips in the bright light. We start to calm down, deciding who we will alert about the broken pipe.
I glance to the left, back down the corridor we came from, and see only darkness through the tiny doorway. Something about it bothers me.
I tear my eyes away, to look at my comrade sitting on my right. Only they are staring at the same door, with a horrified expression. I turn back quickly, to catch a flashing glimpse of two glowing red eyes in the darkness - what I suddenly realize is a shadow. I startle, nearly jumping from my seat. The dark shadow moves back away from the doorway, revealing a small dim light in the corridor beyond that I could not see before, because it had been standing in the door the whole time we were there.