My mind is the revolving earth and half is night and half is day. My mind is the revolving earth and half is in shadow, half in light.
My mind is the revolving earth and half is night and half is day. My mind is the revolving earth and half is in shadow, half in light.
Why was it so dark? What time was it? Where was she? She must have thrown the covers off. It was freezing in the room. And the bed was hard as a board, only it wasn’t a bed. It was the floor. She could feel the little rag rug. What was she doing on the floor? Maybe she had rolled off the bed. She had never felt so cold in her life.
How she ached. Her neck and her arms and especially her back. As though she’d been doing hard labor. She could hardly get up. Her back felt broken. As though she had been chopping wood. She had
