Awakenings

my mind is deep in the thick of morass but I do sleep —the unconscious sleep you wake up from not knowing how long you’ve been gone 

I sit up and Jörn walks over. He pulls my face up by the chin. He holds his phone. He looks at me and pulls the hair back from my forehead. He holds my head by the chin and looks at his phone,

“clever ….” 

He smiles,

“you inherited his exact shaped face and hairline. Heart shaped. Even the shape of your skull is like his. The long face. The widows peak. You have the arch of his brows ….your mother was clever.”