Slow Motion

Again?

When I get home from running errands my mind wanders back to the boy in the gas station. I wonder his name and if I'd ever see him again. Which was probably not, so I push it to the back of my mind.
I put away my groceries and then go to hit the shower. I felt gross after being in and out of stores all day and sweating severely.
I turn on the water to hot while I undress. I then lay my towel out and get into the shower. I wash my body and then soon after my hair. I watch my pink dye slowly rinse out every wash and this time I think the last of it was out.

After I'm all finished I turn off the water and snake my towel around my body. I step out and then walk to my room. I throw on a pair of sweatpants and an old tee. Once I'm dressed I towel dry my hair making sure to try and get it as dry as possible. My hair was thick so it could take over and hour to dry.
I then toss the towel in the white hamper and go out to the living room. I grab my throw blanket off the back off my cream colored loveseat and slouch down into it getting comfortable. I sift through shows on Netflix for a while before rewatching the twilight zone for the 20th time.

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I open my eyes confused. I shuffle around and figure out that I fell asleep on the couch. I get up and look at the time 2:23am. Great I fell asleep early and woke up early.
I'm not dealing with a sleep schedule like this. I grab my headphones and head out the front door.
  A walk around the town should help me sleep.

I navigate my way down my apartments stairs and then head out downtown towards a record shop that was open 24 hours.

I take my time walking enjoying my music and the beautiful scenery. I don't want a fucked up sleep schedule but I would do something like this every night if I could.

When I reach the record shop. I make sure that I'm quiet when I enter considering it is around 2 something in the morning.
I browse the vinyls eyeing a few. The Family Jewels, Your Gonna Miss It, Ok Computer and Hybrid Theory are just a handful of the ones I find. I end up shuffling through some of the cds too. A couple good ones however not much. I walk around the store taking in the place. It was somewhere I had been coming to since I was 16. I used to use all of my tip money from my job and buy records and cds with it. In fact I had a entire bookshelf at home stashed with them.

The walls are red and black with Christmas lights lining new records on the wall. The floor was checkered and glittery and tables were set up filled with records.
The place just always felt like home. I take one last glance around and then head out the door making a mental note to come back soon.
I now begin my journey back home when a familiar face catches my attention. No fucking way, it's gas station boy.
He is on the other side of the street walking in the opposite direction of me. I watch him walk right past me and relief wash's over me for approximately two seconds. I then realize this could be the last time I see him and I still don't know his name.
  I then argue with myself the whole way home frustrated by my stupid decisions...