January 13th, xxxy EVENING
HE DREAMT. PRECIOUS KNOWS immediately he awakens. Swallowed into his slumber, he knows that his body had stretched and rolled and his soul has evolved and treated like royalty in his dreams.
He is disappointed he can not remember the dream. He is disappointed he wakes up to find the side of the bed empty. The bed is still warm.
[You're creeping me out] the voice says when Precious hugs Kamil's pillow to his chest and sniffs, a goofy smile on his face.
He stalls for time doing this but deciding that the real thing is better, he drops the pillow and leaves for the bathroom and laughs when he comes upon the shattered sink.
Carefully, he avoides the jagged pieces as he stands before the mirror. Precious almost doesn't recognize himself. He is still eyebags personified but his eyes aren't bloodshot nor is his face shrunken in exhaustion.
