Little Egypt is taking a break from her job dancing in
the circus. As she reclines on the red couch she contemplates
her options. Her world is colorful, but it’s a cheap
imitation of her real life as an Egyptian Queen. Her
closet is a sarcophagus; she tires of the skimpy, glamorous
outfits and longs for substantial robes of respect and
security. Entertaining all these strangers is slowing killing
her. Her cats are troublesome companions, impossible
to count on, lovely yet unpredictable. They have just
tipped over the vase of flowers given to her by her most
recent admirer, reminding Egypt of the inconstancy of
“love”. Egypt is planning to leave Madame Mim’s circus
and become something truly magnificent and worthwhile.
Needing external validation
using your talents for too small rewards
trapped by glitter and the surface of things