Today is Monday.
Chiaroscuro looked at the tablecloth. What a disappointment! What the Bottecelli said was totally, absolutely wrong. What he needed and what he wanted was not the tablecloth, but the light shone behind it. What he wanted was being filled, flooded and blinded against the light. He knew he must go upstairs. He was so delighted to stay in a place filled with light. He walked into a hall where the king, the queen, the princess and all of the king's men were held a bouquet. Everything was glittering. The gold spoons on the table, the jingle bells on the jaggler's cap, the strings on the minstrel's guitars and the crowns on the heads of the king and the queen. Look at the princess. What a lovely, gorgeous princess. Every time she laughed, she often laughed, everything around her glowed brighter. Bottecelli was wrong, which Chiaroscuro thought. He must told Bottecelli that he was wrong. Suffering was not the answer. Light was the answer.
