A sudden wave of melancholy wafted over me just then as I sat at my laptop. I realised it was at the possibility of her not coming to visit me that night.
It was a very odd sensation. After all, it was not as if she was some local girl who had caught my eye, with whom I was hoping to start a relationship with.
Yet, even so, I could not deny the feeling of despair which grew in the pit of my stomach as I considered the possibility of never seeing her again.
That night, I made a point of going overboard with the coffee and stayed downstairs on the sofa until I fell asleep. I did not want to miss the chance of waking up, and decided it was more likely if I was closer to the kitchen when Chantelle appeared.
As before, I woke in the early hours, and almost turned over and went back to sleep
