I feel kind of sleepy.

I don't know what it is ?> The booze or what, but ...

- I need a nap. - Hey, you'll go ahead, I'll watch things.

By the way, I didn't get that job.

Tomorrow is lighter.

I've been a waitress, a typist.

I can do it again.

Hey, you don't have to do anything ?>. I'll work something out.

This thing upon me, like a flower and a feast.

This thing upon me, crawling like a snake.

It's not death, but dying will solve it's power.

And as my hands drop the last desperate pen. it's an cheap room.

They will find me there. I never know my name, my meaning.

I know the treasure of my escape.

Henry?

Yes, what is it?

- Are you there? - Yes, I'm right here.

Henry, I'm going to die.

What?

I'm gonna die.