The Heating Fitter

It was early this morning, 8 a.m. I just started to wake up, when I heard a clear ring of the bell. My boyfriend, who had heard me snore just before that, thought I had been sleeping and dreaming, but he went to take a look. There was no one at the front door up here, and no one answered when he took up the intercom of the door downstairs, which strengthened his view that my hearing the doorbell had been a dream.

Later this morning I went for some shopping (free shopping that is: I went to pick up a free bottle of detergent with my saving points of the supermarket) and I found a note that the heating fitter should come early that morning. He had just disappeared into nothing.