8
The first day of leave was always the best. Everything felt new. Even the alarm going off wasn’t so bad. I’d switch it off, roll over and go back to sleep. But, somehow, that morning was different. The alarm was more aggressive than usual. I also couldn’t roll over and go back to sleep. Sleep eluded me. Every bump in the night made me jump. I’d expected my nightmare to come out of the shadows at any moment. Kevin, on the other hand, was scarce. The job normally kept me so occupied that I didn’t have time to dwell on his absence. Being at home with nothing to do except contemplate my navel meant I also had time to think about my father. Thinking wasn’t necessarily what I wanted to do.
I wondered if taking time off had been such a good idea after all.
I hadn’t spoken to Kevin for a coup
