My baby You hid in a cocoon Whilst I was sick way past noon. How hard not telling a soul When your head is by the toilet bowl!
I wish I could talk to you.
The lights are bright; the music, delightful. I can see you there but I won’t be able to speak to you. Somehow, the words don’t come out or sound incredibly clumsy, rather like pointless babbles than actually sensible conversation. I really wish I could sound sensible right now.
The rain. It rains. It pours. It splatters against the windows, against the doors. The droplets bounce. The droplets splash.
Mirror, signal, manoeuvre
‘You can start the engine when you are ready.’ Deep breaths, you can do this. I turn the ignition. The car starts. I check around to see if it is safe to go. Actually, no, it’s too soon. I need to find the bite first. Okay, now I check around, including the mirrors… and we are off!
19H34 I stare at the screen. It is disappointingly bare at this point, the cursor flashing on a newly loaded page. I could add some number pages and a title at least. There... That's better. I look again, this time looking for inspiration. I type some words, then erase them. I look down at a scruffy notepad and try to decipher the symbols on the page.