I am huddled up against the headboard with the blanket pulled up over my head. It doesn't really help me feel any better now than it did back in my freezing cell in the Chateau de Bordeaux, but just like then it is better than nothing.

I know I'm not as alone as I feel here, but it still feels like an eternity since John left me. I wish I hadn't let him go.

It's warm, but I still shiver. Knowing that I am being ridiculous doesn't stop anything.