I feel better, afraid to tell that to anyone, thinking perhaps that I have been magically cured.

NO. Just better. d.9.

My hands still involuntarily type things, I just erase them now.

Yesterday, someone flag me down on the highway where I live, honked at me too. I have no idea if it's Morpheus or not. I didn't get a good look at the face. It was a man, looked like in the age range of thirties with dark hair.

Honestly, I don't care. I just want to hear from him.