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.