Bunny (Bunny, #1)

by Mona Awad

I want to defend myself against these unspoken accusations,

Light and Sunnies, a sky-colored drink they invented that is the inverse of a Dark and Stormy.

Why do you lie so much? And about the weirdest little things?

Could I picture shooting myself here? Definitely I could. Hanging myself? Sure. Some nights, I could even see the noose swinging from the light fixture on the ceiling. But I figured with a few well-placed posters, I might mute the sound of my own future death cry that would sometimes flood my ears

Her sky is full of lightning. Her sun has teeth.

That not being understood is a privilege I can’t afford.

I’ve never really not written, never not had another world of my own making to escape to, never known how to be in this world without most of my soul dreaming up and living in another.

Sometimes it’s good to take a break, the Lion said to me last January, whisking his tea. Focus on other things. Read. Be a guest in other worlds. Perhaps you’re growing. Evolving.

we thank the unicorn goddess to whom we quickly prayed.