15th April, 20??
Rogue.
Dear Dia,
As I write, I can't help the itching on my right wrist. Now I regret dashing out of the shop without waiting to hear what Ed was saying.
No need for that quizzical look, I know you have no idea what I'm talking about. But don't worry, you know I always bring you up to speed.
It took a while before sleep came yesterday. After finishing the last entry, I had retreated to my soft duvet cover. Pulling my sleep mask over my eyes, Enya's voice thrumming in my ears, I tried to sleep. I don't really like sleep masks. I mean why cover your eyes when sleep still hasn't come, and it will take a while before it comes.
I only put up with mine because it's stylish. It's fleeced and pink. And it has its own customized ear plugs.
Underneath the mask, my eyes were still open and, in spite of the bravado I showed in my entry, I was really hurt by the discovery I made from Boldface.