San Francisco, January 15th 2015
The last two days I was locked downstairs, without anything to distract me.
Just the mattress.
No pen, no paper, not even you to allow the shadows in my mind to get out.
I want to get out. I thought I could breathe better here, but it was all illusions.
I’m stuck. Alone. Lonely.
I think he forgot me because I didn’t get anything to eat.
Luckily for me the reserve of water was with me.
So, I could drink to fill up my empty stomach.
It’s freezing now here. I think the heating system was out of service because it wasn’t roaring anymore.
I’m allowed to stay in the living room.
I have to go, I’ve got some cleaning to do. He is not a neat person.
I always have to clean after him, so try to imagine what happened after two days.