There was no sleeping done that night. My old couch was there but it wasn't the same. I rolled to the left and instead of finding the sweet sent of watermelon shampoo I found the old musty smell of an old musty couch. I rolled to the right and ended up falling on the floor. I got up and stomped into the kitchen as frustrated as could be. I got myself a glass of water but with hands shaking I just dropped it to the floor. I bent over to pick it up and ended up cutting myself.
"Damn it!"
I kicked the table in frustration and broke the one leg. The whole table came crashing to the floor at the same time I did. As I lay there on the floor staring at the ceiling it all became so clear. That table was my life. As one leg broke the rest of the table ended up falling down. Will was the broken leg in our family. We couldn't stand without him. Finally after hours of tossing and turning I just kind of passed out. It wasn't like I wanted to, or planned to sleep on the kitchen floor. My eyes just fell shut.
About an hour later shaking, shivering, and crying, I woke up. I was still on the kitchen floor lying in broken glass. My cell phone was on the table when it fell so it was now somewhere on the floor. I tried to crawl over to it affectively cutting my hands and legs on the glass. I hit the speed dial number one and held it in until "Calling Scully Cell" appeared. I waited for it to ring, once, twice, three times, and then the voice mail came on. I heard Scully's voice asking for me to leave my name number and a message but all I managed to do was groan into the speaker.
"…Scully…"
I hit the end button and then everything grew dark as my head once again hit the floor.