ALBEIT THE NIGHT of frustration and intense bitterness, in a very slight hour that slips, just solely an hour or less as I thought, my head lay somehow comfortably on my knees. My legs and back cannot move as it stays and never moves since Liam and I gets inside this narrow and airless room. I am breathing loudly, for no oxygen reaches either of my lungs. I cannot take any of these miseries inside.
Bright.
Yet not quite.
Finally, I see my folded hands around my knees. Sweats from last night never dried nor wept out of my body and my extreme nervousness. But, the light, what I seem to be a morning bright, gives me hope of getting out of here. It is coming from the upper left little window of this room.
My hope
