Sunday the 5th.
Dr. Halvorsen,
I didn't sleep under the duvet. I wrote to you last Sunday that I would sleep in the made bed, under the duvet, with the door pushed to without being closed, and I spent the night on top of it, fully dressed, shoes on, the way you settle on a hotel bed while you wait for a train. You don't slip into a bed that was made for somebody else. You sit on the edge, you wait to be given a good reason, and none comes.