In the hole to write today.
Even mice have moved to warmer climes.
No hot water.
Annette came into my room last night. I heard her taking m&ms from my jar.
Through the drawn curtain.
Get out Annette.
You’re dreaming, she says. Go back to sleep.
I call the CNA.
So that’s what she was eating!
From there on I just keep the door shut.
When I pee in the urinal I hold it in my hands to warm them.
I moved from the A bed to the B bed after my room mate disappeared so I am further from the window…
Gateway to the cold storage room.