To my surprise only one stayed, and she made all milliseconds go faster and make into this non existing clock while our life continues. She stayed. It was her and me. There are these worlds, you know, she once said, it’s like chronicles, she said, life must be books that can be opened, written or sold, and where every person leads you to a different future-to-be. It comforted her to know that when that book would disappear, it wouldn’t be closed, it would linger around, telling its story to whomever it was handed. Perhaps this person was lying in bed too.