I was woken up last night by the sound of the television coming from the next room. I sometimes fall asleep in front of my TV, but I surely wouldn’t have gone to bed without switching it off. I lay there for a while retracing my actions (brushed teeth, took sleeping pill, read..etc), but couldn’t figure it out at all, so I got up.
My 13 year old self was watching an old TV show from the sixties. “I haven’t seen this one” she said.
I sat down to watch it with her for a minute or two.
“It’s the episode called Murdersville, I’ve seen it.”
“Well of course you have, you’re seeing it now.”
“Right, I see what you mean…”
I get up and make some tea.
“What happened to our sister?” she asks me after a while
“I was going to ask you the same thing.”
She watches the rest of the episode.
“That was a good one, I like Mrs Peel best.”
“So what about our sister?”
“She’s waiting for us.”
“I’m tired, I want to go back to bed”.
“What are you waiting for?”
What am I waiting for?
“Maybe turn the volume down in case it upsets the neighbours”.
Then I went back to bed.
