Tonight I sat outside of Morningside Manor for hours. I needed to be outside. I haven't gone on my nightly walk since this mushroom business started. I was thinking about home. I miss it. I miss the familiarity even if I would be gone for stretches of time.
Claudia's sketch pads and the doll she slept with showed up in my apartment last week. They were sitting on my bed when I returned home one night. At first I thought I was hallucinating, then I picked them up. I don't know how they got here or why, but they have brought comfort and sadness.