The Last Morning

Flash Fiction

The Last Morning

I’m sleepy. I don’t know why. I got plenty of sleep last night. I think I was asleep five minutes after the light went out. I don’t remember even waking up during the night. Could I have slept that long and still be sleepy?

Maybe I’m sick… I don’t remember sleepy being a sign of sickness though. The rest of me seems fine. I managed to get up and do all my morning stuff as usual, I just felt sleepy the whole time. And I did go a bit slower than usual. Most mornings I fly around like a crazy person, but this morning my round was more like a doodle.

Maybe I’m hungry…? I don’t think I made it to breakfast. I normally do my chores first so I can sit and enjoy my breakfast. All I have before starting is coffee, but even my coffee didn’t speed me up. And I think I forgot about breakfast entirely. All I keep thinking about it going back to sleep. How could I possibly need more sleep?

Going over my plans, I suddenly remembered I’m supposed to go to lunch with Andrea. Not a problem, Andrea will pick me up around eleven thirty. There’s not much I have to do. Maybe I’ll just get dressed for the outing, and then lay down on the sofa for a while. Maybe I am just tired. If I fall asleep Andrea will just come in anyway, she knows the door is never locked. Yes, I think that’s a good plan. I wouldn’t want to spoil Andrea’s lunch out just because I apparently didn’t really get enough sleep.

Andrea’s here! But I can’t seem to get up, or talk to her. I seem to be in a completely different place. And why is Andrea crying?...