I am in her room.

It's I who live here now.

I don't know how I got here.

There's this man who comes every night.

An hour passes and then another.

Smoking slowly.

Her death. Was she already dead when I came?

I mean enough to bury.

I am in her room.

It's I who live her now.

I don't how I got here.

There's this man who comes every night.

I count my cigarettes.