A friend of mine is crashing at my place. Sleeping in the living room. Awakened in the middle of the night by the sounds of him, rustling around, getting up, going to the bathroom.
The sound was so familiar, flickering light from the t.v. in there visible through my partially opened bedroom door.
I had to force myself not to get out of bed, go up front and look. Had to remind myself how much time had passed, and that I wouldn't see Lionel sitting on the edge of the sofabed eating his usual, late night sandwich or smoking a cigarette.
I knew it wasn't, but I wanted it to be him...so badly.
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