I am still in bed. My head hurts. I look out of the window — the weather is beautiful, it is shaping up to be a genuinely beautiful day, spring is starting and you can see it. But not in my head. In my head it is still winter. I can hear Borys calling me to the morning games. Jan has hidden under the bed, stark naked. Normality. Life in motion. And I feel as though I am behind glass.
I had a very bad night. I went to bed around eight, woke at half ten, could not fall asleep until half two, then woke at five, then at eight. Sleep in shreds
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