Can I not be sick?? Please.
I want to enjoy Berlin - it is finally warm!!

She awoke from a dream about him. He hadn’t said hello to her but had sent her a letter afterwards saying how nice it was to see her happy. She awoke from a dream about him only to be reminded of their time together. Something she didn’t necessarily wish to be reminded of - but it was present nonetheless. And she opened her eyes to get up and get a drink of water. She felt a headache coming on. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she slowly found her way into the kitchen in the dark, her eyes fixed on a sketch on the wall. An envelope onto which he had delicately sketched portraits of her on before placing it in the mail. There was no note inside, just artistic sentiments. Why did she keep that hung up? What was special about that? A relic of adoration? A painful reminder that it hadn’t worked out? Slightly masochistic don’t you think. But then again she did it all the time.