Five (Heather); Time.
Can't sleep. I've been awake all night....... Jeeze! I'll officially be twenty eight in an hour. Scary! I'm getting older, or am I just getting old? Time passes you by so quickly, starting from the age of about seventeen. Or perhaps that's just me, desperately trying to stop time, make it stand still so that I can enjoy the moments life hands me. But I never can. You can never stop time, whoever you are, or whatever you are. You can never stop time, not even to desperately attempt to preserve and savour the instances. Time is such a bastard.
I turn to look at Tim. It's strange; once upon a time I never would have entertained the idea of dating someone so much older than me, much less marrying and being so deeply in love with him! Yet, here I am, lying beside the fast-asleep and softly snoring forty-six-year-old director. Good heavens, I remember when my mother was forty six! Scary thought! Still... I smile slightly indulgently at Tim and stroke his face, so very lightly as to avoid waking him. Poor thing hasn't had much in the way of sleep lately, and heaven knows he needs it! He's getting deep blue/black smudges under his huge gorgeous eyes where his body's starting to lose the battle against the sleep he hasn't had! I've told him and told him, but hey, whoever listens to me?
Actually, that isn't fair; nine times out of ten Tim listens to what I have to say, bless him. Good Lord, am I still saying 'bless'? Beginning to feel my age again! Speaking of age... I look at the clock beside the bed. Six o-clock. Half an hour to go until I get yet another year older. Dear me, when did I become to angst-ridden about my age? I chuckle silently and close my eyes, hoping to snatch even half an hour's worth of sleep.
No such luck. I open my eyes again after tossing and turning for what feels like forever, and find it's almost twenty five past six. I can't be bothered to try and get any more sleep, I might aswell get up and go to the toilet, seeing as my bladder's threatening to explode, and I could murder a cup of tea! I wonder what time it is in the UK........ I count back on my fingers, and sigh; I can't call my Mum because she'll still be at work. Oh well, perhaps later. I get up slowly so I don't wake Tim, and pad silently into the bathroom. I won't shower this morning, I'll have a nice relaxing bath before the party-type-thing this evening. After flushing the toilet I emerge from the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes and attempting to check my watch at the same time. Not easy! Almost six thirty, give or take about thirty seconds! Yay! I think...
I smile to myself and head to the stairs. I'm just about to start walking when a searing, burning pain fills me. I don't even manage a gasp before my legs go out from underneath me and my eyes close involuntarily, as if someone has put their hand over them...
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