Dear Diary,
Today’s another weird day. Last night I dreamt myself trapped in a fire trying to escape. But then again I woke up and my hands automatically reached for the cell lying under the pillow. I calmed myself down with the now-usual wake up message I found. But this time I couldn’t hold myself back from dialing and I let-out what was bothering me. Ah, and at last I slept. My mind was free. I slept peacefully.
I’m fully awake now and it’s going to be 4 o’clock here. I don’t know what he wants from me now. He wants me to go there. Ah, the memories. But every time we go there we end up in our birth costumes. Does he still want the same from me? I am deranged, I know. By him. And I can’t hold myself back when he asks me. Let’s see what happens. Maybe he changed, maybe not.
There’s only one way to know.
By going there.
