That Friday night came and Kitty never showed up to the non-date with Jonas and his friends. It was a strange week for her and she bailed on Jonas to get trashed with friends. That was her way of dealing with the odd things happening to her.
The odd things started on the Sunday she met Jonas for breakfast. That was a full recovery day for her, meaning no substances apart from caffeine and fast food delivery. The four days prior wer an all out bender, so Sunday she used as God had intended it. That day was spent partly watching television while mostly scrolling on her phone and texting friends. That night she went to sleep at a reasonable hour. In the early morning she awoke in the hallway outside her apartment. She didn’t have her keys and had to ask the building manager to let her back in. She chalked this up to sleepwalking and told the building manager so much, which wasn’t out of character having not had any drinks the day before and a history of sleepwalking as a child. Her parents once told her a story of her sleepwalking into their garage and strapping herself into the carseat in their sedan, just staring forward, ready to go on a trip, before they coerced her back to bed.
Tuesday night that week she had gone out and had a couple drinks, not nearly enough for a blackout though. That next morning she woke up to a police officer checking if she was alright. She had been asleep sitting up against the outside of her apartment building on the sidewalk. On her way back in to the building she asked the building manager if she had seen Kitty leave last night. All she got in response was “How should I know”. The manager had to ler her into her apartment again. Kitty slept with a spare key in her pajama pants pocket from then on.
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