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his way into her arms and curl up there until she calms down
and falls asleep. I’m so glad I didn’t drown him.
Imagining my home makes me ache with loneliness. This
day has been endless. Could Gale and I have been eating
blackberries only this morning? It seems like a lifetime ago.
Like a long dream that deteriorated into a nightmare. Maybe,
if I go to sleep, I will wake up back in District 12, where I belong.
Probably the drawers hold any number of nightgowns, but I
just strip off my shirt and pants and climb into bed in my underwear.
The sheets are made of soft, silky fabric. A thick fluffy
comforter gives immediate warmth.
If I’m going to cry, now is the time to do it. By morning, I’ll
be able to wash the damage done by the tears from my face.
But no tears come. I’m too tired or too numb to cry. The only
thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train
rock me into oblivion.
Gray light is leaking through the curtains when the rapping
rouses me. I hear Effie Trinket’s voice, calling me to rise. “Up,
up, up! It’s going to be a big, big, big day!” I try and imagine,
for a moment, what it must be like inside that woman’s head.
What thoughts fill her waking hours? What dreams come to
her at night? I have no idea.
I put the green outfit back on since it’s not really dirty, just
slightly crumpled from spending the night on the floor. My
fingers trace the circle around the little gold mockingjay and I
think of the woods, and of my father, and of my mother and
Prim waking up, having to get on with things.
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