There are almonds everywhere, and I save the world. A small
girl is crying, refusing to let go. I fight my body who's
trying to wake up, forcing the head back on the pillow, eyes
tightly shut. The sun is shining right on my face, but for
some odd reason it's cold inside my bed. I cover up and shut
myself again, getting lost in a world lacking pain.

And now it's Thursday morning.

- 16.12.2004