The Puppeteer's new diary ~ 46 ~
I swing the curtains open, and light floods the room. I'm looking around as if I see the room for the first time: a wooden floor, a white as foam sheet, a shiny tray, drops on washed dishes. Suddenly I feel an abnormal desire to jump out and tear all the boards on the windows off, to feel the wind on my face... I rush to the console, a few keystrokes - and the airing is turned on at full capacity. I catch a look back at the monitor: they are confused and can't understand where the wind has come from. I freeze: she, Jenny, my Jenny, is laughing, squeezing her cheek up against the armored glass, squinting at the sun and still looking at it and laughing.
