Pierre sighed. It had been ten years since he had been eaten by the lion, and he hadn't left his belly since. The lion had been nice enough to swallow a rug, some blankets, and the occasional book, but it was still rather dull most of the time. Over the years, the two had bonded more strongly, and now Pierre was able to give the lion massages from the inside.


Despite this, he still didn't know the lion's name, or if he even had a name. He had tried giving him a few other the years, but

Pierre turned over in his bed. He sighed. All night, he had been kept up by questions he could not answer. Questions that turned his head inside out just to think of, let alone about. Questions about the nature of existence, whether anything he ever did ever mattered. In his own mind, his life played out, and he came to realize it was meaningless.


His eight-year old mind was wracked, tortured by these thoughts. He was bright enough to think of them, but not enough to realize they had n