The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.
Monday, 3rd May, morning
Outside the Dormouse
I have become so very tired.
I feel as if I never woke up fully from that terrible dream. Sometimes it feels as if the whole town never did; everything has become muted, slightly greyed.
Some days I even miss the wretched Carnival. I was never lonely, there.
I haven't been busy at work, and every morning I look hard in my mirror for a long time, seeing the lines in my face. But this morning I've resolved to force myself into some kind of cheerfulness, so I've put on a pretty springlike dress and a light coat and come out to sit in the sun. The girl in the Dormouse kindly let me bring a chair outside, and I tip my face into the sun with my teacup cradled in my lap. Perhaps today will be better.
It's spring, after all.
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Outside the Dormouse
I have become so very tired.
I feel as if I never woke up fully from that terrible dream. Sometimes it feels as if the whole town never did; everything has become muted, slightly greyed.
Some days I even miss the wretched Carnival. I was never lonely, there.
I haven't been busy at work, and every morning I look hard in my mirror for a long time, seeing the lines in my face. But this morning I've resolved to force myself into some kind of cheerfulness, so I've put on a pretty springlike dress and a light coat and come out to sit in the sun. The girl in the Dormouse kindly let me bring a chair outside, and I tip my face into the sun with my teacup cradled in my lap. Perhaps today will be better.
It's spring, after all.
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