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I'm Back! - 28

(Natalie)

My arms and legs were tired.

So. unbelievably. tired.

NO! I can't sleep!!! I mustn't!!! Don't stop!!!

I stopped. Or more like.... My body stopped. My legs almost gave way underneath me and I had to kneel down on the hard concrete, darkened by the recent rain.

I had to rest, but where?

I was wet and cold and stuck on the roof of a building that wasn't going to tell me its contents, so I couldn't take the risk of trying to break in for shelter; as well as that, the tent had been too big to bring with me through the window. Regardless there would be nowhere to pitch it, so the rain-sheet would have to do. 

Ensuring that any conventional methods of getting up to the roof were locked or barred, I secured my grey rain-cover to a chimney stack, weighting it down to the floor with a stray brick. Unrolling my sleeping bag into the small, tent-like gap, I wiggled myself in and used my bags as pillows.

At first sleep seemed like the last thing I wanted to do; my mind whirring over the possibilities of how I could be killed in my sleep, but as it got darker and I spent more time laying in the near silence, I realised just how much I needed to. Grandma used to make me count sheep to drift off...

One zombie sheep...

Two zombie sheep...

Three....zombie...... zzzzzzz.