Where’s Critter?

I don’t know whether to be scared or angry.

Critter’s not home yet. The last time I talked to her was when I kissed her good-bye yesterday morning around 0745 or so. I sent her a text around 1430 saying my schedule had changed and I didn’t have next weekend off like I was supposed to but didn’t get a reply, which I thought was odd since we were trying to plan something.

I called around 1930 when I left work to let her know I’d be late getting home but I was on my way and it went to voicemail. I got home and she wasn’t here. I went to bed around 2130 and called her again to say good night and ask when she’d be home, voicemail again.

Sent a text around 0030 telling her I was worried, and asked if she was OK, no response. It’s now almost 0300 and she’s still not home.

I’m terrified that something has happened to her, but at the same time it wouldn’t surprise me if she were over at a friend’s house and had left the phone in the car to charge. I hope she’s ok. She has to be OK: I love her too much for something to have happened to her.

I guess I’ve decided that scared is appropriate. I’m worried, and I don’t know if I can get back to sleep. Every time the building pops or creaks I jump up to see if it’s her at the door even when I know it’s not. I’ve looked out the window at her parking space a hundred times now, and it’s still empty.