February 4, 2004
He woke up with a vague sense of unease, as if he had forgotten an important appointment or had done something the night before that he should regret. He lay in be, eyes open, staring up at the cracks in the plaster overhead. There was a dull ache within him – he was sure he'd forgotten something more important than a call or a birthday. A nearly crippling longing washed over him, and for a second he was sure he was about to start crying. Then it passed, and he was fully awake. He shook himself, then got out of bed.