WEIRD THINGS

Remember When (1st Half) Part XIII

"It is 9.30am" the clock on my little nightstand says coming to life.

I reach over slaming my hand down on it sitting up. Then look into the mirror that hung on the wall opposite side of the bed.

"A dream" I tell my reflection then plop back down

They started when I was younger. Always the same, I was married had three children and we where a happy family. Than the nightmare comes, my dream husband's boss comes to collect a debt from my husband and in a mad rage kills my children, and turns my husband into a vampire.

Yes I think I might read too many vampire books. But there always seems like there is something missing. Some little detail that I can't remember.

My thypist told me it was my self image trying to remember the deaths of my parents.

I was young when they passed away in an freak fire accident. My dad had fallen asleep with his cigarette still lit. Somehow at the age of twelve I managed to escape.

I could only remember bits and pieces of how I got out. I knew that there was a strange man that broke my window. I don't know if he carried me out or if I walked out. He was no where to be found when the police or firefighters showed up.

My thypist tells me she believes it was just a dream the man. That I climbed out the window. There was no evidence of him being there after all.

"It is 9:35am" the clock went off again

I look over at it, who's brilliant idea was it to make a clock talk? I wonder, throwing the covers off me I head toward the bathroom.

As I come out my phone rings, I answer
"Valentine Locket"

"Open the door and let me in"

I smile rolling my eyes at my best friend. Stacy, she was a bit taller then me and had blonde hair with pink highlights. She wore a red sundress with sandals. Her nails where always done, today a deep blood red color. And her makeup always to perfection, the blue shadow over her eyes made her hazel eyes pop. Her lips where always painted wine red. And she always wore her hair pulled up. Today it was twisted into a clippy.

"I brought doughnuts" she says pushing the large box into my arms "have you heard from Mike"

Mike Price was our boss and we had a project that was due in only two days. I loved fashion but Mike could make you hate anything.

"No, relax we'll have it done before time" I told her I was sure of it.

"He called me yesterday"

I look at her "Why, was there something wrong"

"He told me that we needed to drop this project and that he has something else he wants us to work on"

"Who is he given the Sunnyside project too"

The Sunnyside project, was our biggest project yet. We had four major clients that where investing into it making it the highest paid project we had to date.

"Some new big shot is coming in from the south. He wants us on this"

"What's so important about this big shot"

"I don't know but he said that if we did this we would both get that rase we've been asking for"

I sit on the black leather couch "This guy must be money"

Meaning he must be rich for Mike to want to invest in him and give our other project to someone else.

"From my understanding he's opening up a chin of stores and is looking for fresh new looks that aren't in other stores"