Facts have been manipulated to make this 99% fiction.

I wake up to my phone ringing. Some sort of funky techno beat ringing in my ears. I don’t recognize it at first, but when I do, I jolt awake to answer it. Before answering I look at the time. It’s 8am, way too early for me. It’s my boss. He wants me to come in two hours early. I set the alarm on my phone. I try to get a little more sleep before I have to go in. I don’t. I wander into the kitchen and sneeze. I have a headache, so I slide some Excedrins down my throat. I sneeze again. I think I’m coming down with a cold. I’m pretty sure there are some Suddafed in the bathroom. I take some. I sneeze again. I pour myself a cup of coffee. It’s not fresh.

I’m at work now. My boss tells me to trim some chicken breasts. I go slowly, the customers don’t like finding appendages in their food (I assume). Three hours after I get there, he tells me I can go. The place is empty.

My car won’t start, I go back inside and pour myself a soda. My boss’s daughter is on the computer behind the counter. My heart starts racing. Not sure if it’s from her, or from the cocktail of drugs and caffeine. My heart is racing. I think of ways to introduce myself. They all sound bad to me. A customer comes in, she helps her. Music floats from her lips, her voice is wonderful. I smile. She hasn’t noticed me sitting at the bar, or at least i don’t think she has. I go back behind the counter to refill my soda. I introduce myself. My heart is racing. we talk for a bit, but I run out of things to say. I forgot about my car. I call home to see if someone can pick me up. Nobody answers.

I walk.