![]() ![]() ![]() I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. The reason I hadn’t washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly. My mother told me I must have slept, it was impossible not to sleep in all that time, but if I slept, it was with my eyes wide open, for I had followed the green, luminous course of the second hand and the minute hand and the hour hand of the bedside clock through their circles and semi-circles, every night for seven nights, without missing a second, or a minute, or an hour.
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