quiet
Five nights without the cat. I keep feeling for her with my foot.
night of mon 20 may 02:02 R patate? 02:02 ? you gave her away. 02:03 R she's not mine
I argued with it. In my sleep, I argued.
I'm on the couch now. I woke at quarter to two with the feeling that somebody had just said my name, close, and I didn't want to stay in the bedroom.
Félix says buy a white noise machine. I could build one in ten minutes. I spend all day making rooms quieter, so it would be a nice change.
The baseboard just clicked. Quarter past two. That's the living room one, it's set differently. I know that.