I have been auditing the scrambled REM sleep of the simian couple. I watch them cycle through the night, at intervals twitching and moaning. Sometimes the very vocal creatures they are speak in sharp clear tones even as they sleep. Their vocal folds release like the smells they release from their mouths as a cloud of smells that surrounds me from the perch beside them. They are lost in night sweats, the sweetness of fresh glands releasing into the surface I will bundle myself into come morning and they leave and the sun falls just so.

Time to stroll and patrol wider.

Ah, a challenge to succeed at. My colleage has decided to press her boundaries onto my ledge.