Wednesday, 23 December 2015

On December, 23rd

On December, 23rd,
I rolled into a ball in my bed

Instead of rejoicing and being merry, I thought about all these memories I have written about, and all these past Christmases, and felt sad. 

They will be no more. And The Girls and I will be alone during the Christmas that comes. I felt suddenly tired as if a great weight had been falling on my shoulders. I was a mousefield lost in a great world of light and pleasures that were not mine anymore.

And so, after having taken care of The Girls, I went back to my bed, took some sleeping pills, rolled myself into a tight ball, and went to sleep.

Good night, friends

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