Some BS name. Sleepwalker’s easier. I’d stir. He’d have disappeared, down to the backdoor, eyes closed, trying to get out.
One night, I left it open. Come morning, he’d gone.
I wonder if he woke up, or if he’s still asleep. Still dreaming, looking for that exit.
Just like me.
Steven Holding lives in the United Kingdom. Most recently, his stories have appeared in the collections ANNIHILATION from Black Ink Fiction and DARK MOMENTS YEAR FOUR from Black Hare Press. You can follow his work at www.stevenholding.co.uk.
Some BS name. Sleepwalker’s easier. I’d stir. He’d have disappeared, down to the backdoor, eyes closed, trying to get out.
One night, I left it open. Come morning, he’d gone.
I like to think he woke up and kept going anyway,
we both needed to get out.
Well written! Explained things so well! I tweaked the ending a bit, hope thats algood. :).