night in the coach
May 7th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
It was dawn when I woke up in the coach. I was cold, but not shivering. I pulled my cardigan to me and looked around. The cat was at the balcony step watching the sun raise and it turned its head back and looked at me with its big eyes. My head was clear. I could hear the sound of a car going down the street alone. She should be sleeping in her room, next door. I remember her coming in the night to watch me sleep. I could not be sure of it, but I was almost sure she had come. Last night we went clubbing and I had all the drinks and I danced with her. Couldn’t remember when it was the last time before that. With the right hand I looked up for my watch in the floor. It was 7. I had a deep breath and got up and went for the toilet to put cold water on the face. When I came back I saw her through the door that was just half closed. She was quiet turned to the other side. I came back to the sitting room got my things and my coat. The cat came after me up to the door. Then it stood. I said ‘bye cat’.‘bye darling’. And I went out.
