By John Scott

Not for the first time, I’m confused. Last night, I was full of hope. I was Ambien Girl, off upstairs to save myself if not the world. All I can remember is that Dave helped me to get into bed.

This was a big flashback and all thanks to Ambien. I haven’t been to bed with him for a year and more. Not since I found I couldn’t get to sleep at the normal times. I was so restless and he was always complaining I was keeping him awake. So I took to catching naps on the sofa whenever I felt tired..

So we broke the mold. He got me to lie down and gave me my very first Ambien tablet. I was disappointed it didn’t turn out to be an ointment. But Dave did rub my back as I lay waiting for something to happen. And that’s all I can remember until I woke up this morning. Dave had already gone to work so I’ve toasted some bread and made some coffee.

For once, it looks like I’ve slept right through the night — a full eight hours. I can’t remember the last time I did that. So whatever this Ambien was supposed to do. . . I must have fallen asleep before it could do it.

Well, perhaps I can work it out tonight — assuming Dave is allowed to give me Ambien every day — I think Mike and that physician at the hospital said something about not taking it for too long. At least, I feel a little more alert this morning. Usually, I’m walking around in a daze most of the time but I can remember last night quite clearly. Perhaps this Ambien is a kind of upper.

I was just thinking of finishing this writing and lying down on the sofa when Mike came round. He was really interested to read what I’d written about Ambien. Then he gets me ready to go out. Well, not like Dave actually dressing me. But he picked out a top and some jeans and left me to get on with it. Then he gives my hair a quick brush. Dave had it cut short like a boy months ago so I never have to fuss or bother with it.

Then I’m packed into his favorite Taurus. He’s full of chat, but not about Ambien which is strange. Usually it’s “Ambien this” and “Ambien that”. But this time it’s, “Well, will you look at this!” and “What do you think of that?” and prompting me to reply. Before, he has never minded me drowsing. Today, it seems it am not to be allowed a moment to rest.

He takes me down to see Dave at work, showing me off as Ambien Girl as if I’d just won some kind of prize. I have the idea that Dave isn’t very pleased to see us but he does his best for ten minutes until he says he’s got to get on and shoos us away.

Then we’re busy doing one thing or another for the rest of the day until it’s time for Dave to come home. Then there’s a kind of ceremonial hand over like I’m the baton in a relay race and Dave is getting me to help him cook.

Then, Dave’s typing the rest of this as I speak. He says it’s almost time for my next Ambien. When I look at the clock, it’s almost exactly the same time as I went to bed last night. What an odd coincidence.


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