Chapter 40

It's nine in the morning.

It's still too early because I am eagerly waiting for tonight's performance. I get in my room, take out my shopping bags from where I tossed them last night, and take out all that I bought. I want to make a grand appearance. I want to look unique. For tonight, I chose a gold floral-fitting dress and silver heels and put them aside. I pull my suitcase, put all the clothes I brought with me, and toss them under the bed. I don't need them. I don't want them. They will lie there until the day of my return. I finish packing the ones I bought myself in the small but beautiful wardrobe, and I lie on the bed.

Jeez! It's not even ten yet? Why is time moving so slowly? I decided to sleep the whole of the morning up until one o'clock, when I went to have lunch. And I came back, got on the phone with my nightmare again for a time that was too long for me, just asking about nonsense questions like, If I am enjoying myself, if I miss him, yack! Why would I miss