Nightmares

Chapter Fourteen

When I woke up, the late Autumn sun was shining through the window. Bathed in golden rays, I felt refreshed and new for only a moment. I stretched, then I got up and shuffled to the kitchen.

I ran my hand through my hair and considered making some breakfast. I knew I hadn't eaten since the hospital. My stomach growled tremendously. I made the most exaggerated sigh I could manage. However, I really didn't feel like cooking, so I went to my room, taking my clothes off as I went. I really needed to shower.

I finally felt somewhat relaxed. As I closed my eyes to let the hot water rained around me, I was struck with a horrifying thought: Phil's funeral was today, right now! I screamed in frustration and slammed off the water.

Grabbing a towel as I ran out of the bathroom, I hurriedly dried myself on the way to my room. I slammed the door shut and began to tear through my closet for something at least half-decent. After about 30 seconds of searching, I just gave up and grabbed the first black shirt and pair of black jeans I could find.

Belt unbuckled and shoes and socks in hand, I hurried out the door of the flat. I desperately hoped I could hail a cab quickly. I checked my pockets and cursed when I found no money. I ran all the way back to the door and into the flat as I searched the countertop for a few stray dollars.

I hurried back out and luckily was able to catch a cab. The cabbie gave me a strange look, but I just jumped in and said, "Butler's funeral home." He began to drive. I silently cursed myself for the whole backseat ride. The cabbie must have noticed my scowl, but he never said a word.

"Can't you go any faster?" I asked impatiently.

"No, we're at the limit now," he replied. I angrily put on my shoes and socks and fixed my belt. Finally, as we arrived at the funeral home, I gave him my money and my thanks. I hung my head as I trudged through the two doors that towered threateningly above me.

I would never forgive myself for forgetting about that funeral.