New Bed, Still too Long

I am my own pet.

That’s fucky…no?

I take myself for walks to stay active,

I have buy myself food,

Put it in a little bowl and eat it,

Eat it three times a day or I’ll complain…

To myself… what is that about?

I’m like a plant,

Keeping myself watered,

Making sure the temperature’s right,

Trimming new growth

From my fingers, toes and face…

That one’s bizarre.

I feel like a sim, and my bar is on red,

And tomorrow I’ll struggle to get out of bed.