Catherine Zimmerman

Cole-Mine

It’s often too cold for me to sleep well. The blanket I was able to dig up, during one of the Colemans last episodes, is thin and quite stiff. It does not provide much heat or comfort. Their late night thrashing can be heard throughout the large Bronx brownstone, and makes it difficult to drift into any sound slumber. I’m not sure what they are doing, but the noises are frightening. It almost makes me happy to be locked in this tiny pantry.