It's 7 am, and I have a terrible strain on my neck. I've been sleeping face up, rolling around, waking in the strangest positions. You were supposed to arrive yesterday, but I haven't heard a single thing since our last message. I'm frustrated that you're not here, after months, and wonder if you'll ever be back. It's 7 am, it's cold, and I have a terrible strain on my neck. I sit up and notice my hard nipples through the...