Fifty-eight

Sunshine lights up the room. I frown as I try to recall last night's events. The blurry memories start building up slowly as I continue to stare into the hazel eyes that seem to watch mine.

Andreas was sick, the power was out and now he looks at me with angry eyes, his eyes always look like he’s angry. At the world, at me. Mostly me.

“Your dog is whining.” Oh shit. I didn’t set the alarm.

Pushing myself onto a seating position I look around the room, the sheets sticking to the side of my face. My brain is hazy and my limbs are heavy. Last night was an adventure, walking in the darkness was nerve-racking. Shaking my head as I crawl off the bed, trying to get rid of the sleepy cobwebs around my brain.

Putting on a thick sweater and rain boots I take Buddy’s leach and close the door behind me. She knows better than to pull while we walk down the path, I have little energy and she can read me too well.

“I’m going to sit here and you enjoy yourself.” She looks at me with her big brown ey