I wake up cold and on the floor. Head resting against the wall, eyes aching from my previous tears.
I realise that some time has passed and tae had probably down there alone and worrying for quite a while so I decide to pull myself together and finally talk to him.
I stand up, body feeling heavy , and traipse down the stairs for the second time today. I slowly open the door, nerves completely consuming my being.
What if he hates me now?
As the barrier between us slowly creaks forwards, it reveals a sleeping man curled up in a ball on the sofa.
Oh jesus what do I do now?
I quietly edge towards him, being careful of my step. I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or panicked by his sleeping state. I get to the space directly in front of him, and find myself having an internal battle
Just wake him up god damn it
My hand hovers reluctantly over his arm
Why can't I do it? Wake him up it'll be fine.
My action is stopped when he begins shuffling round and waking up.
Startled, I retract my hand and stand there waiting too see if he recognises my presence.
He then stretches, still oblivious, spreading his whole body against the length of the sofa
He begins to flutter his eyes, slowly revealing the area around him.
