The phone just sits there, mocking me with its silence. I had been checking it every five minutes or so, to see if I had somehow missed her call. I finally promised myself not to check it for two hours. I sat here for an hour and a half before looking. Then I saw it was locked up - and even if anyone had called, I wouldn't have known. Which kind of sucks, since I'm back to checking every five minutes, just to make sure it's not locked up again.
I'm just numb. I can't feel anything, can't taste anything. Music sounds flat. It's cold tonight, and cloudy. Maybe it'll rain. I just want to sleep.
What I really want is for the phone to ring. But it doesn't look like it will. So I'll settle for sleep.
There is an art to extended sleep. I've been sleeping so much, it's getting hard to sleep. I managed almost 20 hours in the last 24. Tonight, I'm doing it without drinking, but I think I'll be able to manage it within an hour or so. I hope so.
How did I manage to fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me?
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