27th January 2015

I was woken up last night by the sound of the television coming from the next room. I sometimes fall asleep in front of my TV, but I surely wouldn’t have gone to bed without switching it off. I lay there for a while retracing my actions (brushed teeth, took sleeping pill, read..etc), but couldn’t figure it out at all, so I got up.

My 13 year old self was watching an old TV show from the sixties.  “I haven’t seen this one” she said.

I sat down to watch it with her for a minute or two.

“It’s the episode called Murdersville, I’ve seen it.”

“Well of course you have, you’re seeing it now.”

“Right, I see what you mean…”

I get up and make some tea.

“What happened to our sister?” she asks me after a while

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

She watches the rest of the episode.

“That was a good one, I like Mrs Peel best.”

“So what about our sister?”

“She’s waiting for us.”

“I’m tired, I want to go back to bed”.

“What are you waiting for?”

What am I waiting for?

“Maybe turn the volume down in case it upsets the neighbours”.

Then I went back to bed.


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