Pocket Watch

Oh how I wish I was that pocket watch with those two ladies fighting over me. Even though I’d be tempted to be her cravat or top hat….if I had to pick an inanimate object to be in the show, I would for sure pick the watch. I’d be all tucked, nice and warmly, in AL’s pocket then fondled by her multiple times a day. Plus with her gazing at me with stern intensity and laser focus then recording my appearance with such precision in her journals…I would know in my movement (that’s what the inside of a watch is called…weird, right?), this woman really listens to me. And, when AL misbehaves, all I would need to do is wait until the small hand makes it to the top and say, “Now Anne, don’t make me count to three…One. Two. Three….four, five. Okay that wouldn’t work as well because I couldn’t stop counting after that…but the rest still works. What more could a woman (embodying a pocket watch) want?