by H.T. Night
After ghoul green had sped out of the parking lot, I went into Timmy’s and ordered my sandwich. I decided to eat it in the car, as I didn’t want to come out to a keyed car. Unfortunately, that was all I remembered that morning. See, apparently, I’d fallen asleep after my third bite.
I opened my eyes, and was still in my Mazda with my seatbelt on, parked in the spot I had pulled into, with a half-eaten croissant sandwich on my lap. I looked at my gas tank it was filled up about a third of the way up. Had I filled my gas tank completely?
I looked around for a receipt, and after searching under both seats thoroughly, I decided to place the warped thought at the back of my mind and finished what was left of my sandwich before heading back to work.
Work was rough that day. My brain was foggy and I felt as if I was on autopilot the entire day. I couldn’t wait to get home.
Luckily, I did get home without incident. I was so tired when I got home from work that night, I ended up crashing on my love seat. I slept from five in the afternoon till 3:30 in the morning. The only reason I got up was because someone had been blowing up my phone mercilessly.
I wanted to throw my phone against the wall, as I had woken up with the stiffest neck.
I didn’t recognize the number, but it was in my same area code.
“Hello,” I said a little wearily, but damn, I was grouchy.
“Sahara. Good morning.” It was Paris.
“Seriously? It’s almost four in the flippin’ morning.” I moaned. I didn’t mess around.
“I had a premonition that you were well rested.” Paris said confidently.
I was, with stiff neck too...bizarre.
“I want to show you something really cool this morning. Can you meet me at your gym at 5:00 a.m.?”
“Really?” I said.
“Can you make it?”
“Do you know where my gym is?”
“Is it that giant one on Beach and Orangethorpe?”
“That’s the one.” I paused and sighed into the phone. “Are you being serious? I never been to my gym before 10 a.m.”
“It’ll be a first,” she said cheerfully.
“You want to meet in a couple hours, so we can work out at five in the morning?”
“Yes.”
“You know I have to go to work.”
“What we’re going to do will only take twenty to thirty minutes. If it takes longer, trust me, you’ll be happy.”
I had no idea what Paris was up to. “Okay, I’ll be there.”
“I’ll see you there. Also, fix yourself up a tad.”
“Is there anything else?” I said to Paris.
“Just be there, and don’t chicken out.”
“I’ll be there,” I said.
We ended the call with a goodbye and I rolled over and got up from my loveseat and headed to bed for another half hour of sleep.