~ Outside The Speedway ~ (Lightning McQueen x OC)

Chapter 20

I woke up.

I don't know why I'm suddenly awake. I just am.

I'm covered in a cold sweat. My sheets are spread out everywhere, and somehow my pillow ended up on the floor. I'm shaking. I feel tear streaks on my face.

Remember what I said about a dreamless sleep?

That's thrown out the window now.

I can't remember my dream... maybe it was a nightmare? One of the two. But my reaction at the moment says more than enough.

It wasn't a good dream-slash-nightmare.

I check the time on the digital clock that's sitting on my desk.

The red letters show 3:17 AM. It's Monday, July 18th.

I reach over and grab my water bottle, chugging half of it. I'm weirdly dehydrated, considering I drank a ton of lemonade at the party. For whatever reason, my arms felt extremely sore. I could feel a headache coming on.

Damn.

There was no point in going back to sleep, as I had my alarm set for 4:00.

I guess I'll sit on my phone for an extra fifteen minutes. But not right now, I'm not in the mood. Maybe after breakfast?

I finally get the strength to get out of my bed. Through the curtains, it's still dark outside, but not terribly dark. The moon above me glows down and into my room, creating an aesthetic-worthy photo.

I don't think I've ever mentioned it, but I love moonlight.

I go to my closet and pull out some olive-colored pants, specifically for running, along with a black sports bra with thick straps that cross at the back. Sure, it was usually cold here at night, but that was due to the wind, I'd get hot in two seconds flat once I started running.

I slip on my black running shoes. I step into my bathroom, do what I need to, and lastly pull my hair into a tight, high ponytail. Before I forgot, I also reapplied ointment to my wound and wrapped fresh gauze over it.

Maybe that's why my arm was so sore when I woke up. Then again, both arms felt sore, not just my wounded one.

The second floor consisted of my bedroom, Sally's old room, a spare room, (which I use as a mini-library and general office), a big bathroom, and my parent's old room.

It's locked, and I intend to keep it that way. I haven't been in there since they died.

I go downstairs to get some sort of breakfast.

The living room was openly connected to the kitchen. The stairs led down into the living room first, which had a large couch and a loveseat next to it. The glass coffee table stood in front of them. A TV was mounted on the wall across from them, with small cabinet-like boxes nailed around it. The floor was polished wood, while the walls stayed a white color. The lights overhead were able to be dimmed if wanted. The overall color scheme was white and grey, with pops of color from decorative items here and there.

The kitchen was right there when you looked at it. It was generic, the same color scheme and everything as the living room. There was an island in the middle, with three high-top chairs lining the long side. The wall where the sink was, had a window above it, letting in natural light 24/7. The end of the short corridor was where the front door was, while the other side of the kitchen led to a pantry closet. Everything else was there, just like a normal kitchen.

I grabbed blueberries, strawberries, and a banana, along with milk, vanilla ice cream, and vanilla flavored protein powder. I take out my blender, plug it in, and start measuring and cutting my ingredients for a smoothie. Granted, it's like 3:35 in the morning, but I live alone. There's no one to wake up with the sound of a loud ass blender.