“Why can’t I quiet the thoughts running through my head?Put down the penand climbsnuglyinto bed?”
“I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.”
“Clare snores, quiet animal snores that feel like bulldozers running through my head. I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey, I'm home. I'm home.”
“lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.”
“I put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”
“Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”