:16:09
I backed over to my bed.
:16:29
Put your things away!
:16:38
I sat up cautiously
:16:40
liberated by the vomit's warmth,
:16:43
by the sweetish smell
it gave off.
:16:46
Disgust makes me lucid.
:16:48
It was at that very moment that
I decided to write my diary...
:16:53
because I couldn't sleep.
:16:56
That would have meant giving in,
it would have meant obeying.
:17:33
I write in red ink with the pen
I had for my communion.
:17:44
I remembered other futile vigils
:17:48
where the challenge was to stay
awake as long as possible
:17:52
until the night belonged to us.