The Visiting Hour

I thought it is time that I write something. My life takes a very interesting turn -- I am standing and I need to sit down all the time. Tomorrow guests are coming, and I feel like I have nothing to receive them with. My mask is slowly sliding off -- beneath it there is a face that isn't hungry anymore, curious anymore, pretending a little only. And it is a very friendly face, like a visage of a puppy. I am happy.