I roll over and wonder groggily for a moment where I am. My movements are constricted by the narrow sleeping bag. I shuffle on the air bed until I am comfy again. I am in the lounge of Ben's flat. The street light is peeking through the slats of the blinds. The little freezer at my feet is humming and the green lights on the broadband box sitting on top of the freezer flash on and off. I wonder what has woken me and what the time is. I grope for my phone on the floor, flick up the cover and press the button on the front - 4.03am. I hear a movement in the bathroom and call out to Ben - is he ok? He had his shoulder operated on the day before and I am staying over to look after him. He calls back that he is fine and disappears up the stairs back to his room. I pull the blanket up over me, it is chilly, and snuggle back down again. I can relax and go back to sleep now that I know he is ok.
|Moving Ben into the flat in 2011 - very top window is his room, one below is where I was sleeping|