You wake up - or you think you do. And there’s someone in the dark, someone close - or you think there might be. So you sit up and turn on the light. And the room looks different, at night. It ticks and creaks and breathes. And you tell yourself there’s nobody there. Nobody watching. Nobody listening. Nobody there at all. And you very nearly believe it. You really, really try. And then ….
When you fuck something up first thing in the morning
I feel like I should watch some series 4 just because it’s been 6 years since Donna left and I can’t get over it