He always appears at midnight when I have insomnia, sitting with me on the old sofa and listening to jazz on the radio.
Until I found a diary in the attic. The title page said:
"Dedicated to the witch who eats time."
The ink on the last page is still wet.
"Tomorrow, it will be my turn to forget her."
Aggravation: Write which sentence you dreamed of.
Intention: Love is swallowing