Chapter Eight
Sunday Evening 18th August:
The prospect of meeting Rob again was almost too much to bear. Seeing him after all these years was telling on me. How could I possibly concentrate on anything other than Rob, Rob, Rob? He was in my thoughts day and night, especially at night, lying in my bed all alone, dreaming. I wasn’t actually asleep when I was dreaming of him. I was awake. Yes, wide awake, recalling the events leading up to that amazing phone call. I tried to anticipate what we might say to each other when we met. There was so much I wanted to talk about. Finding it difficult to sleep, with everything going around and around in my head, I reached into the medicine cabinet and took out the bottle of sleeping drops. I hadn’t tried them before but I was getting desperate for so
