Just two more sleeps and Holly will be back! Hopefully then I’ll start sleeping again. It has been so strange not having her around that I’m not even sure I could truly capture it with words.
I just don’t go to bed any more. It is like I don’t know when bed time is or something. I also can’t seem to get out of bed in the morning. I can only equate it to something as monumentally odd as waking up one day and the sun being gone, but the rest of the world hasn’t noticed.
I find myself completely losing track of time. I wake up what feels like a hundred times a night and toss and turn. The cats are acting strangely. They’ll sit looking at the door, or sometimes wander from room to room meowing; looking for Holly.
While she’s away I no longer have something to look forward to every day. I normally always look forward to going home and seeing her. Just that is enough to make every day better, worthwhile. It seems like now I just go home and sit there listlessly while I play video games or slip into a vegetative state while the images on the TV screen flicker by. Before I know it it’s 2am and nothing has happened.
I miss my Holly.