Woke up, opened the box, and took out the object. C was already up but too late for her appointment. I threw some objects away. I took the chords and lights and knots of strings out of the objects. Woke up late—almost ten. But it is tangled. I wanted it to be right but don’t know right. Woke up later—almost eleven. I put the object back in the box. It blinks at me like string upon string of Christmas lights.