I was mostly asleep when William came to bed late last night. He asked me how I felt. (Fine, just tired.) He slipped into bed and turned toward me instead of away towards Mr. Bearcy. William did look really tired so I figured he was confused and waited for him to turn over and cuddle the bear.
Instead he drew me gently against his chest. He kissed the spot between my ears and snuggled me while he fell asleep. No clue what had changed, but I was finally allowed to do my job. I nestled into William’s arm and we slept like rocks.
He left early today and I can’t find the bear. I’m worried. Yes. About the bear. He wasn’t in bed last night when I went to sleep, or when I woke up. I’ve looked everywhere in the apartment. I’ve twisted my ears so anxiously that the new stitching popped open. I will need to beg William to repair it when he returns home.
Except he didn’t. There was no bear. There’s no William. It was just me—alone.
I hoped someone would come and get me or explain things in the morning. I hoped William and Mr. Bearcy were OK. I was unable to sleep so I watched infomercials about products so strange I can’t see anyone buying them.
I decided to check my email one last time before going to bed. I waited for my inbox to load, yawning. Two new messages. They could wait. I clapped down the lid and realized what I’d seen. A message from Lizzie!
I opened the laptop and waited for the screen to wake up. There was a message from Lizzie Bennet.
It is funny that we have the same name. Thank you for your support and for watching the show since the start. I know a big segment of viewers want something to happen between Darcy and I, but I think that’s impossible now. It’s too late.
But thank you for your very kind note.
I covered my face with my ears and fell asleep on the desk. Everything felt pretty hopeless. I was willing to wait and see what the morning would bring with it.