NoLeaks

Our Conjoined Diary
2004-02-09 01:36:52 (UTC)

Z's for Busery.

Busery was so sleeeeeepy. It drove slow and sighed whenever
I came to a bus stop. Good thing there was no more
passengers for Busery to take. It was a long, long day
taking passengers to Dr. Doom's office to be doomed and to
be Worsed of Illnessness.
I rubbed me eyes and yawned. Busery was making me sleepy
to. It has a mind of it's own, I tell you. You I tell, it's
own mind of Busery. Yes, yes. I say that because, it turned
on the radio for me. I didn't even know that it HAD a
radio. But it did it anyway. And what was on the radio, you
ask? You ask funny questions, you do. It was a lullaby, of
course.

"Lullaby Dimmy."

It sang sweetly as I pulled over to the side of the road
next to my house. Though I kept the radio on and listened
carefully.

"Lullaby Dimmy, Dim.
Dimmy-Dim-Da-Doo."

My eyelids felt heavy, yes. And so did the Busery's. The
headlights dimmed. The headlight's are it's eyes you know.
You ask? I tell you. It's eyes are the headlights. It can
see and it can be sleepy.
It shut it's eyelids. The headlights went off. The radio's
volume lowered as I yawned and turned off the Bus-Bus. The
Bus-Bus slept silently as I stepped out and patted it on
the side. I walked over to the front of my Busery and
scratched it behind the ears, yes. It's favorite spot. The
spot which his favorite place to be scratched resides.
His ears were not normal ears, they were by the windows. My
Busery's ears were little mirrors that I could see behind
me with.
Busery is gifted.
Busery is special.
I walked into my house and plopped into my bed in my
bedroom. I purposley have a window above my bed so I can
keep close watch all night at my Busery.
I don't sleep well. Sometimes I don't sleep at all, like
that night. I was tired, yes. Did I sleep? No. No sleep for
Dimmy. Tired Dimmy, but no sleep. No sleep. No. Just
carefull eyes on my sweet, sweet Busy-Bus.
I smiled and sang it a lullaby through my open window.

How I do love my Bus.

- Bus Driver Dim -




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