Every day with Gwen was a tiny Miracle. Waking up beside her was amazing, even if my bed is a bit too small for two. She would look at me, smile, kiss me, and climb over me to get out when she wanted to leave, though the best days were the ones when I had to leave before she did, and I would come back to find her still sleeping in my bed. She was always wearing green gowns, of different shades and hues. I still remember the morning I knew even if this was an impermanent thing I wanted it to last as long as possible.
That would be the day all the progress failed. I didn't want to leave the Lotus island.
We both felt the shadows looming in the distance.
But I still didn't know how she felt.
Talked to my roomate about Gwen today.
He was listening to some noise rock band when I walked in. He'd had hives for the last few days and had just arrived within the hour. We greeted each other, talked about break (I fabricated I'd spent the week in Montreal.)
We talked about his trouble with his ex girlfriend and the drama of their problem. He's being wishy washy, and won't put his foot down when she crawls all over him. Finally, I apologized for klicking him out of the room so much the last few weeks.
"It's fine man, I know you needed the space. You had a rough week, right?"
"Yeah, I didn't think it was possible to sleep so much."
Apparently, he thinks I was sick all week, bedridden. I spent most of the week passed out, according to him.
I wish I'd set up cameras. It would be an unbiased source of info.
Im going to talk to my friends Duncan and James. They might have a clearer source of info. James is my friend I bragged the most to and I tell Dunc everything. Well, except for this. No one knows about This.
It's looking like I'm going to be testing fire. I'm going to try to assemble a flamethrower in the next few days. I have most of the necessary supplies. I just need a super soaker.
I don't know how long I have. He's been moving closer, slowly cautiously all day.
I miss not being sober.