Dear Diary I have been sick these last months and my dearest has brought me to a place to recuperate. He leaves me alone during the day while he works and I am left to read and write as I please. This morning I found this note, very much by accident, under the paper lining of the dresser drawer. It is not so old or yellow ... and I can make out the words... I am delirious over this discovery but have decided not to share it with my beloved.
May 10
My Cherie
Where am I ? Why have you not found me... It must have been days ago that we slipped away from the party.. found that little room behind the staircase and made love. You left me to go bring us champagne and other frivolities. The door locked behind you . I don't know how long I have been locked in this room.. has it been days, weeks or merely hours. It is always night in here - but a candle always burns near the bedside. I sleep because I am exhausted or perhaps because I am being drugged. I am awaken when it is time to eat.. food is passed under the door into this tiny room... but it is always the same meal. I feel I will be driven mad if I do not have human contact soon.
