“as it always does. I haven't been in bed very long. Lay on the carpet a long time, fell asleep, woke up, felt cold, couldn't move. Shivered. Heating had turned off. Finally crawled into bed. The alarm goes off and it barely feels like I've been asleep. The alarm set to Nokia-supplied jazz music. The only thing that usually wakes me up. Set loud. It plays and plays. Switches itself off after a couple of minutes. Comes back on, eight minutes after it turned itself off. I don't sleep through it. I...t's there, right next to my head, right next to my fucking head, right inside my head, but it doesn't make me move. Finally turn it off, maybe the eighth time it's going through its cycle. Maybe the ninth. No one's counting. Some time later the house phone rings. And rings. I think it wakes me up. Somewhere I recognise that it will be the station, looking for me. Sergeant Ramsay. I don't answer. The mobile rings shortly afterwards. I let it. In some part of my brain I hear the conversation that's going on at the station.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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