Strange Beds

Jun 30, 2009 05:13

Chatty in the morning, huh?

Ottawa

I hadn't expected to see my brother off this morning, he heads to Ottawa which is a six hour drive. Last time, I'd seen him off and he gave me a hug. As I've stated, I had expected much less, not even a good bye. I'd be sleeping. But Since I'm up, and I'm talking to JC, and my brother will be getting up soon after he leaves I suspect. So I might as well say good bye.

Strange Bed in the Morning

I've never woken up not knowing where I was. Wherever I've fallen asleep, I've woken up remembering. No panic, no confusion.  Until last week, the first night I ran off. But even then, I had a clue.

I woke up in a strange bed, facing a strange wall, covered in strange blankets and laying on strange dolls and pillows. At the back of my mind I knew where I was, but that hadn't hit me till a minute or so after I woke up. All I could do was slowly check off things on a list.

I wasn't at home. Check
I had run away. Check.
Parents were pissed. Check.
Ran to J's. Check.
Found a place to stay. Check.
M's house. Bingo. Big Check.

Why would it be when I run off in the middle of the night, that I wouldn't remember where I was? Every other time, I had known, no matter how strange or abrupt the place was. Why that night?

brother, m, runaway

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