Jul 07, 2007 09:45
I fell asleep on the couch Thursday night. I woke up at around 4am, and shot up, wondering where Ed was. I thought maybe he'd gone to bed and left me to sleep on the couch. He wasn't in there, and so I checked all the other rooms. He wasn't there. I was half asleep and I started to get frantic, so I stuck my head outside to see if he'd gone out for some air. Nothing.
I went back into the living room and sat down, wondering where he'd gone. As my brain woke up, I realized that it was Friday morning, and he was in Pennsylvania until Sunday night. I felt like such an ass. That was so scary for me. The whole ordeal lasted less than five minutes, but God, I can't believe how scared I had been when I didn't know where he was. I was like a little kid who couldn't find their favorite blanky.