Since I was awake I thought that I hoped she was OK and was
tempted to go find her. After all,
getting up at such an hour seemed rather strange. Instead, I did what all men
my age do, yes, I went to the toilet. I looked down in the stairwell and
noticed that the lights were on so she had to be ok. I went back to bed and
slept until about 5:30 am when I noticed she never came back to bed. I got up,
looked down the stairwell again and saw the lights were still on.
I went into the shower then went back into the bedroom to
dress and make the bed. I put the news on the TV and listened to it as I did,
then finished and went downstairs. Coming to the final floor I heard the
washing machine going so I knew she had to be conscious at least. I walked into
the kitchen, but she wasn’t there, nor was she in the den or dining room. I
checked out the garage but all I could notice was the sound of the washing
machine. I looked out of each window and search the yards, nothing.
Where could she be?
I decided to do what any man my age would do in a situation
like this that presents itself, I went to the toilet, not too creative but a
place to sort things out. As I sat there contemplating her faith I could
suddenly hear her footsteps coming down. I got two “AHS!” one for her and one
for another reason.
I came out and faced the missing TLW.
“What the Hell time do you get up this morning?” I intoned.
“Oh, I couldn’t sleep so I got up!”
“But where did you go??? I looked all over the house, and
checked outside!”
“Well I came upstairs and you were in the bedroom awake
listening to TV so I went into the toilet.”
Here I was looking for her and she was practically behind me
every step of the way!
As we settled in the den, with coffee in hand and reminded
her:
“Just remember, if you ever disappear, eventually I’ll look
for you!”
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