The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
There was a beautiful time..
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
I don't know how long I kept at it..I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more