I am sitting in the shower, laughing and crying. My clothes are getting soaked, but there's something comforting in the feel of the water hitting me. I wonder if I've finally gone mad.
I haven't had a shower in weeks. Months? Time is a fleeting concept that seems to completely escape my days. The sleepless nights, the days in bed. It's all the same anyway, so why bother.
I sit in the shower for some minutes. Hours? When I finally try to get up, the water has turned from pleasant to icy, and my body feels like someone poured lead into my limbs. Or more lead.
I struggle to my feet, so very tired, and stagger out of the bath room and back up the stairs to find my bed, never mind the wet clothes. Curling up on my bed, and looking at the wall. There's the spot that looks like a squashed mosquito. Couldn't get it all out of the tapestry when I squashed it.
There's a knocking at the front door. I br