The weather changed five time in six hours.
Even though it was today it became yesterday and tomorrow, a few times.
Sun, clouds, rain, sun, rain.
Observed through frames of picture window panes.
He had slept on the left side of the bed, next to the radiator; because, she does not get cold.
Every night for the past week, while waiting for sleep, she imagined crawling out of her own lying body,
like pulling the weight of herself out of a manhole.
He wondered if she finally looked upon her own sleeping face.
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