[What is time? Feels bad not knowing for sure that it's Sunday. Jeanne has never once actually associated death with eternal oblivion so this premonition feels quite sudden and terrifying.]
Last night as I lay on my pillow Last night as I lay on my bed Last night as I lay on my pillow I dreamt that my Bonnie was dead...
[Jeanne is not in bed. She is pacing through the fog with various contrivances: an extension cord, a futon cover that has been sliced to form a long ribbon, a trail of breadcrumbs. She seems skeptical that any numerical measurement or paper note will work, but at this point... The situation could change at any moment. The situation could end at any moment.
FOG
Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
Last night as I lay on my pillow
I dreamt that my Bonnie was dead...
[Jeanne is not in bed. She is pacing through the fog with various contrivances: an extension cord, a futon cover that has been sliced to form a long ribbon, a trail of breadcrumbs. She seems skeptical that any numerical measurement or paper note will work, but at this point... The situation could change at any moment. The situation could end at any moment.
Approach?]