I almost have to ask permission to go off to my room for a nap. Well, they are going to have to get over it. Or Carl is going to have to get over it. I am bloody tired, and no I am neither looking at my phone or my laptop because I know that Erik has sent me at least one text already, if not two or three. I'll look for him after my nap. I am so bloody tired and even now atop my father's big bed I can feel myself sinking, and sinking, and sinking...
Someone is knocking at the door. Carl, but I am unable to answer as the bed pulls me down for yet more sleep...and now there is another knock. This time loud and insistent. "Yeah?" I am feeling anything but polite. Slowly the door pushes open. Jeffrey's pale English schoolboy face appears in the halflight...
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