All The World's A Stage - A Collection Of Monologues

ANNIE:
Get a pet. A Labrador. Or a poodle. Make it a kitten. Or a bird. Love it. Care for it. Walk it. Feed it. Get a new iphone. Take pictures of it with your new iphone. Then print those pictures on that cool new phone printer you got from Amazon. Then stick those photos on your fancy fridge. The gold one you got to match those gold rimmed curtains in your apartment. The one overlooking the piazza. You know, the one you paid 200K over market price because that was the piazza where you first kissed your supermodel husband. The same husband that makes you oatmeal every morning and brings it to bed. Because you are 'his queen', he says. 'his queen.' The same husband that told you that he loved you whether you had hair or not. The same husband who came with you for every chemo session. The same husband who stopped going when you lost your fancy editing job. When your friends stopped calling you, because you stopped going out every night clubbing. Because you met that supermodel guy and married him on a whim. The same husband that then divorced you when all of your hair fell out because you were this close to dying. This close. So get a pet. Love it. Care for it. Walk it. Feed it. Get a pet. Call it 'your King'. Make it 'your king.'