Der Gigolo

Deciding that the dream was already beginning to be a little too realistic for my tastes, I stood up slowly, followed by his somewhat curious gaze. As if it wanted to remain the sole master of the planet. With the slight difference that I was not Noah, the helmsman of the Ark, but a mere animal. A terrible thought suddenly struck me: what if they are asexual? There’s not much time… If the lion had kept himself in regal expectation, the Siberian tiger seemed to kill only for his own pleasure. As if he had listened to the urging of the voice Laura said he heard. It was barely a little light, but I could see the pool of water on which she had slept quite clearly. At least it looked that way from where I was standing. What I didn’t like about the whole thing was that, sleepy as he was, his gaze was fixed with undisguised interest on me. Animals stumbled past us.