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Doctor Who ~ Old Blue Box

It was early morning, I couldn't tell how long I'd been awake, or if I even was awake. I looked out the window from my bed, catching a glimpse of the dawning sky, in it's faintly lavender tinted hue. I just continued to lay lifeless in my bed listening to the sound of crickets die out as the gentle morning breeze blew through, carrying the scent of dew covered grass into my bedroom from the window crack.

I suppose if I laid here long enough I could slowly doze off and have myself a good dream. It's not like I had to get up for work soon or anything, but for some reason it felt like I couldn't, like there was something that I had to do Now, or else my time would run out and I'd never get the chance again. And there was nothing I hated more than that feeling. I ignored it many times before, but stopped when it costed me someone dear.

So I promptly started dragging my limbs slowly into place one by one, all while grumbling in a cranky manner at myself. I swear it felt like I was two halves of a person some days, one being more optimistic and adventurous, the other being a crackhead with a penchant for pain.

Finally after successfully completing the first step of mission, Get Out of Bed, with lazy demeanor I proceeded to push myself off the bed frame and flopped onto the floor with the grace of a dying fish.

-If you couldn't already tell, I was certainly not having it this morning-

After using the cold hard floor to give me a much needed jumpstart, I went to take my morning pills, and grabbed my clothes so I could shower. During said shower, I mentally went over what I had left in the fridge and tried to figure out what I was in the mood to eat, and what would be easiest for me to cook. And then I gave up halfway through because really, who has the mental power to focus on One Single Subject while taking a Shower. Like honestly, it should be well known by now that the shower is a place for all mental chaos to be released if anything.

After I finished doing whatever sort've beauty/health routine I was trying to stick with at the time, I went over to the kitchen and genuinely started to plan up breakfast this time. Then, with breakfast taken care of I began whipping out some leftover ingredients from previous meals, along with some bone broth I had made with leftovers as well, and started to cook up some soup that I could stuff in a thermos for later. I wasn't a phenomenal cook, but at least I wasn't a disaster to both myself and mankind when in the kitchen, so I took it upon myself to cook for myself as much as possible in the cheapest manner I could. Turns out it's not so bad, I've saved hundreds of dollars of money this way too.

I smiled thinking about how lucky I was to at least have that going for me financially, but quickly snapped back to reality once I heard the pot start to boil over. I then carefully poured the soup into the thermos, still getting a few drops here and there before finishing.

"Alright, time to get packed for the trip," I muttered, taking the half eaten breakfast to finish eating it as I began prepping myself.

Every once in awhile I would look out at the sky while I was stuffing my little travel satchel, and just wondered. About what exactly, I wasn't sure. Something about this whole time has had me feeling weird. I couldn't quite put a name to it, but it almost felt like I was saying goodbye. Ah who am I kidding, I'm probably not even going to have the guts to walk out the door at this hour, let alone leave for good. I huffed out a slight laugh, but then I looked around my kitchen. The cabinets were all emptied, and the tops wiped clean. I used up the last bit of food in my fridge just now and wiped the shelves off as well without even thinking about it. My bed was made, and what little clothes I had were conveniently folded and stuffed in a bag.

And now here I stood, stuffing my MP3 player into my satchel along with my meds and journals. I really wasn't thinking about it, but all this time I was preparing for this. For leaving.

Once I got my bags packed and ready I walked over to the door and looked at myself in this house one last time. I was dressed in a thick tweed skirt, with some black fleece leggings, topped with knit socks tucked into my favorite old pair of boots. And on my upper body was a warm turtleneck top with a short waisted coat, then, covering all of this was a cloak my gran helped me sew. Sure, it may have been a bit of a dramatic fashion statement, but what can I say, it was cold and cloaks are like a fashionable, and socially acceptable way of walking around with a big old snuggly blanket wrapped around you.

So with one swift motion I brought my hand to the door handle and gripped tightly, not being able to turn it just yet. I knew that the longer I hesitated the harder it would be, but I was so nervous. This was no easy step to take, especially considering I had no idea where this journey would take me.

...

"Alright, this is it."

With a deep breath I turned the knob, opened the door, and stepped out. After locking the place up I took my bags and stuffed them into my car, placed my keys into the transmission, and left, watching the view of my home slowly disappear in my rear view mirror.

And so with that put behind me, I popped a disc into my car's CD player and vibed throughout the whole drive while watching the sky change grow brighter with every moment.

An hour later, I came to a stop high up on a hill miles away from where I lived. It was a seemingly insignificant spot, but there's no doubt that this was it. So I parked my car off road and got out, taking my satchel and leaving all of my other bags in the trunk. I clumsily marched through the woods with a feeling of lethargy kicking in, probably my body throwing a fit for getting up so early. After wandering around for what felt like ages I stumbled upon the entrance to an old bunker. It was quite the intriguing discovery, but I knew it certainly what I was looking for, nevertheless I figured I'd settle down here, pop open my tea mug, maybe nibble on a snack, and finish watching the sunrise.

The sky was mostly a bright blue now, but the beams of sunlight were still reaching their brightest point and they enveloped everything they could with a golden hue. They warmed my cheeks which had been nipped at by the cold, early spring breeze.

After the beauty of the morning sunlight reached its peak, I departed from the bunker, and continued trudging forward. All this time I had been feeling that pull grow stronger the closer I got, and slowly it started becoming a voice, one that kept calling my name with every step I took, until I passed it.

I stopped in my tracks noticing it disappeared, I looked around to see what I missed, then out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. A tall blue box, like a phone box, but much older looking. It was covered in all sorts of plant growth, and was partially immersed in the soil. Looks like I had my work cut out for me.

"All done," I huffed triumphantly, dirt now adorning my features. I took a step back to admire the otherworldly box, watching specs of sunlight shift through the leaves onto its surface. Once I was satisfied with my work I put my cloak and satchel, which I had earlier discarded, back on, and walked up to the "police box". Gently pressing my hand against the door I closed my eyes. I was beginning to feel so excited that it almost made me sick. I had no idea why, it was just a box, he'll I should've been mad, this was all just a dead end, but then I heard it say my name.

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And then I heard the clicking of the door, and I knew, this was just the start.