I can’t get that scream of hers from out of my head.

She knows doesn’t she? It’s better for you that she does but I don’t know why - it makes me feel sick.

Frozen. Perhaps by tomorrow I will have thawed.

I don’t know how I’ll be then (warm and welcoming of course). Let’s hope another sleep will put my mind at rest

This is not a change of heart - just a temporary arrest.