I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could, it’d all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad
It’s not so bad
Cosmia awakes with nothing in her head, wondering why she got up in the morning at all…
Her only friend, Pinkamena, lying on the bed.
A shower outside, intensifying.
What is this life for? She’s lost again…