0. I’m woken in the night by Lily hoofing me rhythmically while she’s dreaming. Later, I have a dream about someone I haven’t thought about in a decade: later still, the internet tells me he seems to have a nice life.
1. I, literally, close the book on 2015. My new desk diary is red, and I’ve been actively excited about cracking it out since it arrived six weeks ago. Inside, I see the print is a fractionally darker grey than last year, and looks much crisper as a result.
2. Kaufman sits amongst the cushions on the sofa. There is no room for Lily.
3. Folding the soft sheets and duvet covers, faded from use.
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