i was woken up at 5am, the phone ringing on and on.
i thought it was him, but then i knew it wouldn't be.
a voice says i should be on the coach, my flight leaves soon. i'm confused. is it me that should be flying or him? it's not me, it's definitely not me. so i say, it's not me. the voice retreats back into the darkness.
i woke again later, back in the state i had been in before i left. then i knew a mistake had been made. an email had gone too late.
communication reestablished by more traditional means has cleared up a way forward. i stay, he stays. nobody moves, for now. i'm sad, but happy, happy that i feel normal again. happy that we can laugh together.
cocoyoc prison doors are now open and i must find a way out.
adventure beckons.
mexico's a big country.
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