29. Perspective

19/11/08

This morning B. was awake first.
In fact he never slept.
He woke me up to talk to me.
Tried to break it gently - but you know when something bad is coming.

"You know it's been a week since we sent those first notes? I don't think anyone's going to come. Not because of the notes, or the banging or the bell. They'd have come by now. We've heard no helicopters, not one. We've got to face it. To get out, we've got to do more. And we can't just live one day at a time. We have to plan."

It came out in a rush. I know there was more in his head. What we should do. The enormity of being abandoned, completely.

But first I have to let this sink in.
No, admit what I've known all along.
Change my perspective again.