I begin to count
"What are you doing over there?" Somebody ask me or I feel like listening to such talk.
"I don' know." I can manage to answer such thing at last.
A various kind of things are there or were there. But I cannot make sure of that because that is just a figure. If I run, that passes me for just a moment. I cannot seize anything.
I let out sneeze. I feel cold delicately. Sooner or later, I go to sleep. I'll walk tomorrow although I know it will rain.
Only the sound of piano makes me conscious of something. Probably, I just have to wait for this delicate term to have gone. I even lose the direction between the front and the back. But if I sleep, I can see the next day after a bit painful waking. It isn't so far away from now. And I make conscious of that I count the days day by day without any reason.