The Puppeteer's new diary ~ 45 ~
It's a sunny day. Sunlight barely comes through thick curtains of my den. I stretch out my hand, opening a tiny peep, and start back into the room. I've slept more often during the day than at night recently, and I've got quite unused to the sun. Bright spots are dancing behind closed eyelids... I retreat into shadows and then push heavy fabric away a little once more. Dust is whirling in rays of light like golden sparks, the floorboards are shining. A sundog from wrist watch is jumping on the wall. I turn my wrist a little, the sundog jumps to the ceiling. I suddenly realize that tears are streaming down my cheeks - but why?...
