She closed the notebook. In the dark, she whispered to herself: Excogi, ergo sum — I think it through, therefore I am.
And Daisey, for the first time in years, slept like a stone in a still river. excogi daisey
She wrote in fragments. Crossed them out. Drew a daisy in the margin, each petal a possibility: leave, stay, speak, wait, burn it all down . Then she excogitated further. What would happen if she chose petal three? What dominoes fell? She closed the notebook