other day I read somewhere that people need their habits. Things that make them again and again the same way. Things never change, no matter what. Thus we would come to life any better clear, has been in the book.
Carina is as always a smoke after it moved my bed fresh. From Picasso, I know that he painted when he was unwell. And Professor Muller goes once a year to Switzerland to climb mountains, he told me. Yes, even Mrs Dux has a habit. She breeds rare plants, which do not exist here.
I'm also a little habit. Every time I open my eyes and slept, I look first to the door handle. Every time I see her, I know I'm still here. And while I'm still here, I believe that I someday again get out here in this room. No matter what the doctors say. The catch is my hope.
So I did that as well today was when I woke up after the nap. I have the eyes opened and looked for the door handle. But it was not as usual to go turn the latch that is something. A small brown bag. First I was happy. I thought that Nicholas is too early this year.
I climbed out of bed, I slipped into my slippers and I walked the few steps to the door. Heading am a bit dizzy, but I am able to stay on their feet. I was so curious about what's in the bag. Maybe a gift? Bjorn? The I was coming on to give the camera!
I opened the bag and clean very carefully taken. Drinking was something that felt like small flat discs. But I could not see properly what it is. Very carefully, I have one of the discs out of the bag taken. It was a photo of something was written on it. By hand. A photo of a tree.
That was the moment when I dropped the bag from his hand. Because I got it recognized the tree. It is the tree behind which I've been hiding. The tree I've seen, as the lamp flickered. The tree, behind which I stood when the man died.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid me from what is still in it in the bag. I'm not confident because even take a look. And I am afraid of the unknown, who was today in afternoon in my room that has touched my jack. How does he know who I am? And why is he knows the horrible images in my head?
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