Saturday. I awake in the clouds. From where I lay all that is visible from the windows that span the width of the wall is haint sky and cottony clouds. The world is tranquil and peaceful. Even the birds are still asleep. Before I turn around to see if Tom or Saar is awake, I lay still and enjoy the silence for as long as it lasts and dream that today will be right, different and considerably better than yesterday. I love this man, I think to God.