Lying in bed having long conversations with myself. Can't sleep. I'm going through what I need to get done at work tomorrow. I'm planning what we're doing in two weeks when I'm going on holiday. I'm reenacting conversations with other people from a life time ago. Thinking about Malta. What the kids I worked with in Ecuador are doing now, seven years later. Going through every hole on the golf course and where I'd want my tee shots to go.
Thinking about anything.
Except the words I were told today.
"It has spread to more organs."
There's not much untouched left.
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