I shot up from my slumber. Looked at the clock.
11:32pm.
My heart pounded in my chest. My throat hurt. I sat up in a sweat.
I swallowed and coughed.
“What the hell!” I said, and listened.
The rest of the house slept in peace.
But something was wrong.
It didn’t happen often, but it did happen. My thoughts were filled with, Janet.
There was no rational reason. There was no logic. I simply got up, dressed myself, and stole the keys to my mother’s car.
By 11:48pm, I was on the road, less than 15 minutes from Janet.
I felt… sorrow. Pain. Humiliation.
“This is insane!!!” I screamed at the steering wheel, as I rounded the corner to her house.
It was midnight!
She sat on her front stair. My heart sank. I choked as a tear fell. She saw me, and I felt guilty. My window rolled down, but I couldn’t say a word. My mouth opened.
“I…” I was interrupted as she shook her head walking towards my car.
I got out of the car. I held my breath as I took her into my arms.
She wept and said, “Thank you,”
“I’m here.”