January 12, 2014
This is quick writing. It is just another hundred words. It might be a day like any other, but it seems not because of all the snow piled up outside. They say I should not let the fact that you crept into my sleep destroy me for the next day or two and I think there may be some truth in that. It is just you cannot always choose these things. You cannot choose what will affect you and how and you do not always choose what you will dream or what she will say to you if you do.