Cried for who knows how long until I fell asleep, unbeknownst to her. She left while I was sleeping, half asleep. A good-bye and, "I love you," that I think I dreamed. Now, I'm left alone--did last night happen? It did. Now, I feel, it's the calm before the storm. The eye of the storm. She's gone. I weigh myself, this month's low. Everything feels heavy. I lay in bed naked, with a pillow over my face. I feel something big coming, my bones are aching.
Draw the blinds.
Get drunk at 3:00 p.m.
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