Schlagwort: story about traveling
I woke up after 7:00 p.m. to a pleasant evening after too little sleep to go back to the night shift. I showered, got dressed, and muttered a good morning to my husband when I entered the kitchen without any motivation. Only then did I notice that my husband was not there. Olaf and I only had a small apartment. So I went to the bedroom to check on him. He wasn’t there either. I put the kettle on to make a coffee and looked to see if he had put a note somewhere. No note. I looked in WhatsApp. No message from him. So I wrote to him. I poured my coffee, stirred it, added a third of milk. Shortly afterwards the news came from him. I went black from the shock. I sat on the floor and waited until the noise stopped in my head and I could see clearly again. I got up cautiously to take my coffee, waited for the vertigo to go away, and went to the sofa with the coffee. After I sat down, I reread the message.