For the first time in a few weeks you had finally gotten the chance to enjoy the comfort of your own bed for a full nights rest with nothing to do the next morning. The past few weeks you had been busy with your mother on the other side of Helsinki, staying with her while she recovered from her heart surgery she had earlier in the month. Though as exhausted as you were, you still couldn't fall asleep. You tried reading a book, watching TV, listening to music, bumming around on the internet, everything and anything to make you start yawning and allow sleep to kick in and force you into bed. You finally just gave up and walked to the bathroom and pulled out a white little bottle and spilled two of the tiny pills to help you finally sleep. You sighed and went back to your bedroom and laid down in your bed, snuggling yourself deep under the blankets. You felt your eyelids softly close before your world was engulfed in darkness.
For a few precious hours you were sound asleep, well until you heard loud banging coming from outside your apartment across the hall. You groaned and held your hand to your head and turned on your lamp light. You knew exactly who it was making all the clatter in the hall; you shook your head and pulled yourself out of bed, grabbing your robe as you left your bedroom. You pulled a blanket and pillow out of the hall closet and threw them on to the couch in the sitting room. You turned on the side table lamp and spied through the peep hole on the door. You sighed and opened up your door to find a very drunken neighbor, sitting down on the floor against his door.
'Once again the routine begins,' you sighed and helped him up and into your apartment.
He leaned a lot of his weight on you as you led him to the couch. He murmured and small thanks and sat down, holding his head in his hands.
'I'll go get you something for your head to help you sleep, stay put,' you said and got up, closed the door to the apartment and went to the bathroom, grabbed what you needed and went to the kitchen and retrieved a glass of water.
'Take and drink,' you ordered as you held out your hand out with the two pills for him and holding the glass of water in the other.
He nodded and did what you told him to do. You knew he was in no state to even comprehend half the things you were probably saying and probably won't even remember in the morning how he ended up on your couch, for the thousandth time since you've known him. You didn't mind taking care of him, he was never mean to you, but he never really talked to you outside of the apartment building, sometimes you wondered if he even would recognize you on the street when he was actually in town. You looked down at him, right into his drunken emerald green eyes and couldn't help but sigh.
'What am I ever going to do with you,' you said and shook your head.
He gave you a half drunken smile and yawned.
You fluffed the pillow and put it at the end of the couch and unfolded the blanket. He slowly took off his shoes the best he could, leaving them on the floor below him, and situated slowly on the couch, laying his head down on the pillow, eyes closing almost instantly. You rested the blanket on top of him and looked at him with a small smile, shaking your head side to side slightly. You picked up the empty glass of water and brought it back into the kitchen and set it down in the sink to be washed in the morning. You turned off the kitchen light and the light on the side table lamp. You double checked to make sure the apartment door was locked and went back to your room with a yawn. You slipped yourself back into bed for the evening and fell asleep.