er ting ent rigidity, ure and studying it , I t. ter a long moment, pretending not to feel my gaze upon ucked to be t, tossing t as before.  ed tention resurfaced, s it but added it to t o tell it  if you say so…” sly artless movement, sohem.

    ‘My  doo retrieve tures, but I  deceived.

    And sory .

    Later I looked tures again. For all t tos   difficult to tell ood out from t. I sat on t t  and t just t time to alloo a boy raigraying t at any minute  o slip sideways on his head.

    aken by t pograp t so  y barrier and t sign.

    as it terested her?

    I puzzled over ture for  by time I came to put it aion. Because it perplexed me, I slipped it inside ture of an absence in a mirror frame.

    Apart from tograp mucory  over me.

    t, I remember. ook note of my unusual c my door for a bit of fuss at random . Finiss of egg or fise. o sit on my piles of paper, ce. For  scratc my pages, er’s story, but no matter  myself, I never quite lost my sense of being c particularly lost, it  t seemed to reaco my muddle and ligo my room, my notes, my pencils and my pencil s s, and I took to leaving my curtains open so t if  on my  o the human eye.

    And t is all. Apart from ternal twiligory.