Agatha
An insomniac friend
She is fluffy and round and would be quite cute, if only she weren’t so unsettlingly upset all the time.
Agatha can be upset with anything. The tiniest little glitch in her plan and she starts emitting complaints in a high pitch voice or a low hum depending on which will agitate the girl more.
Agatha also likes to be wide awake in the middle of the night, telling the girl about all the wonderful people she met. On such occasions she is, in fact, less grumpy. Like tonight.
She squats on the girl’s left shoulder, because she says that one is a little broader than the other, which makes it impossible for the girl to brush her off it. Also the girl assumes, that broader means generally more comfortable. So Agatha sits there and talks like a tapeworm.
She goes on about all the work she’s been doing. Lately she is very much into building castles out of sugar. Now that she refrains from having any kind of sugar in her diet, she needs to find another good use for the crystals. Or so she says. The girl doesn’t really get it, but she is, as always listening. She inquires why Agatha would want to build sugar castles and how big they are.
“Not big,” Agatha answers. “The real value lies in the details.” Wall carvings, pillars, frosted window panes and the sort." Apparently she met…
