I rolled on my side. I felt a dry sheet under my chin and the scrambling of a paper. I tore my eyes open before rubbing on my calmly while groaning. I reached for the yellow paper picking it from under me. I sat up under the sheet I had no idea of. When I went to bed I remembered not bothering to take off my shoes or cover myself with a blanket, but when I woke up it was a different story.
I brought the note in view.
You should be awake by now. This is a short note from my lack of words.
I know it is not easy for you and it has not been easy from the first day, the trauma they lock up, and my constant absence. To be honest I won't claim to understand every bit of your words.
But I'm doing my best to get you out of your sorrows, I'm doing my best to encourage you to keep moving thr
