Pressure

Sometimes there is too much pressure on me. All my toys are out, waiting.
'I want to watch you play with your toys,' she says.
But I am not a performing seal!
I am going outside. It is dark and peaceful there.

No. I am going to hide under the chair. She can't see me. 

'Where have you gone, Sasha,' she says. 

I am being quiet. Unlike some noisy and demanding humans.

It is no use throwing toys at me. I won't come out.