Anonymous. The diary of Alice (the Blue grass. The diary of a fifteen-year-old junkie) (№ 40712)

Cat Alex just had a baby and I was sitting on the porch and looked at the kittens. And I had a revelation! Without drugs! The kittens fur was so soft, like the softness of the whole world gathered at one point. So soft that when I closed my eyes, I wasn't sure what touching him. I took the gray cat, it was called Happiness, and held to the ear. I felt the warmth of her little body and heard her incredibly gentle purr. Then she poked my ear, and I was overcome with the feeling that I wanted to open up to the world. It was better than a drug trip, a thousand, a million, a trillion times better! It was so real! This softness was not a hallucination - the sounds of the night, the noise of cars, the chirping of crickets... It was all really.