a time long ago
2003-10-12 || 3:35 p.m.

And I hated him for coming in my bedroom. Even though it wasn't actually my bedroom I was sleeping in, it was the playroom. I was ill, nothing made sense. The wind blew down the chimney breast comforting me as I lay in the dark listening to the night creaks of an old house. In my dreams, flames consumed me. The strange unfamiliar night shapes of the playroom helped. Guessing what they could be kept me occupied. The cool lino in the bathroom soothed my face when the flames got too hot. But I wish he hadn't stood there, on my carpet with a stupid present, mocking me - The UnLoveAble.