sheet
Hedda sat me down tonight. Proper sitting down, at the kitchen table, with tea.
She says that on Tuesday she came home from her shift around two and I was standing in the hall in front of the mirror with the lights off. She said my name twice. I didn't turn around. Then I said "din tur" to the mirror, quite friendly, and went back to bed.
I don't remember any of it.
She's worried. She thinks I'm doing too much and sleeping too little, which, yes. She made me book a time at the vårdcentral (the local health centre). It's in two weeks.
Then she hung a sheet over the mirror. I took it down an hour ago because it felt wrong, like putting a blanket over someone's face. Then I put it back up, because she'll see.
It's up now.