The cell roused her from sleep at 4 pm. Not until her manager hung up after changing her schedule from 10:30 am to 6 pm on Friday did she realize that her time to see him, to stay beside him, to talk to him… was shorter. Her face and throat ached as if she’d been in tears. She did cry… in a dream.
how strange to be lying by someone in a complete whiteness, leaning on his shoulder. how uncanny and how sad to be holding on tightly to his arm, being afraid of him leaving.
- I wanna sleep a bit. You stay here, dun go!’
- Call me when you wake up, alrite?
As she touched her forehead where a caress had just been placed, she wept to see him walking away……
