January 11th, I made my list.
November 11th, I must finish it.
This is a place for my thoughts as I go, battling death until the very last thing is crossed off.
My tarnished pocket watch.
It found itself back into my bag; the silly rabbit must've put it back during lunch.
Well thank you, you lovely thing.
I do hope you come home tonight and sleep at my head like you usually do. I do miss your warmth.