Bloody women. I had waited for such a long time for her to give me a call and what do I get? Nothing. Typical.
Well maybe that's typical for my women. Just them. Not all of them. Who knows? Not me. Ugh.
When the phone rang, I picked it up slowly, unsure whether I wanted to talk to her anymore. When it went to voicemail, it solved my problem. She didn't leave a message. I called her back; she ignored me.
So I decided to give my daughter a ring. No word from her either.
It might not have been late but I had had an early morning, well quite a few actually. I retired to my room, narrowly avoiding the gap. I rested my head on the pillow and in minutes I was asleep.
The nightmares came back. The memories. The haunting memories. Not them again.
I woke with a start, having started sleepwalking again. My foot had got caught in the floor and sent me flying. I was about to stop but I hit the stairs first, sliding down them, my head smacking each step.
Maybe moving here hadn't been such a good idea.
I found myself at the bottom of the stairs, unsure what the hell to do.
There was a knock at the door.
"I'm in here!" I yelled. "Just a little bit stuck. I just fell down the stairs. Can't quite move just yet. It's no problem - won't be that long and I'll be up again."
I felt so old. This shouldn't be happening to me.
"The door isn't locked. Come in." I shouted, half wishing that whoever came in would just shoot me there and then.