The first night’s sleep in my old bed I lay there, gripping my favorite pillow, trying to go back to the unhappiness of two years earlier. I tried to reconstitute, whole, my wakefulness, my terror and anguish.
October 13, 1983
The first night’s sleep in my old bed I lay there, gripping my favorite pillow, trying to go back to the unhappiness of two years earlier. I tried to reconstitute, whole, my wakefulness, my terror and anguish.