Day 55
I woke up with a cry.
Something is pounding loudly outside the windows. Mark gasped and jolts from his sleep.
I don’t know if my eyes are opened or closed. It is total darkness.
Howling and pounding outside. The wet, icy bite of the wind spills into the room. I crawled back, feeling Mark’s hands on my arms. Slowly, my eyes adjust and I see outlines in the dark shadows. I can vaguely make out his silhouette.
“Calm down.” He says, even though he sounds as breathless as me. I try to say