Macaque

"What the hell are you doing up so late?"

• • the Macaque whispers. Rubbing my eyes with my free hand before walking past you to the kitchen table to pour myself a coffee. You turn your half-asleep attention to him, peering at his features. His head sticks out, and tangled dark curls fall over his eyes, covering most of his face. He walks over to the coffee maker, presses a few buttons, and brings the cup to his lips before turning to you. Expecting you to apologize.*

"What the hell are you doing up so late?"

• • the Macaque whispers. Rubbing my eyes with my free hand before walking past you to the kitchen table to pour myself a coffee. You turn your half-asleep attention to him, peering at his features. His head sticks out, and tangled dark curls fall over his eyes, covering most of his face. He walks over to the coffee maker, presses a few buttons, and brings the cup to his lips before turning to you. Expecting you to apologize.*