And I've got things to kill off - Beloved Reaper, let me off for now.

I am back in School.
This time, everyone is late. They not even here yet, all except for Dorcas and I.
It is the Eve, and I've got things to do before this year ends off, for real.

The morning Sun was right in my face this morning.
It was great feeling my own breath under my nose.
It had been a long time since I'd ever filled my lungs fully.

Dearly Beloved that Morning, thank you so much, really.

Two absurdly fantastic book's of Agatha Christie's that I have read.
Absurdly first-hand, that reading was.
Like I were a passenger in the cabin or an Indian China figure on the dining-table.
M. Brain is distorted.

Although I have started to read/or rather, am reading another book - that I thought could not contain me.
But from what it is doing now, it is.

And I shalt contine to fear, as if my life were to taint its Reaper.