Firewatch: A Spark

Firewatch: A Spark - Part 3

"Fuck" I moan as my eyes stretch open. The blurs around me begin to form shapes as my eyes adjust to the overwhelming light pouring through my windows. I'm face down in my bed. Void of sheets, the only thing keeping my body warm is my socks. Huh, wonder how I forgot to take those off. I begin to shift my weight to my arms in an attempt to prop my body up. Nope. My muscles scream against me as a dull tingling shoots through me. Ok new plan. There was a girl with me last ni- shit where is she? I flip my head towards the other half of my bed. Empty. "Fuck" I mutter. Well shit normally I would hope to be the first awake, that way I can prep myself for the reveal of 'Congrats your drunk ass slept with me, I'm not that bad looking'. But clearly she saw me in this compromising state. Alright Delilah where are you. I force myself to the edge of the bed, my body struggling the whole way. I find myself soon upright, a throbbing headache confronts me, attempting to halt my progress. I power through it, but not without great difficulty. I take a step forward, kicking an empty bottle of Major Buenos. That explains why I feel so shitty right now.

After a great deal of searching about my room I find some boxers and a shirt to cover myself up. Each completed the clean test of a sniff and the lack of a repulsive smell. I shuffle to the living room, my feet dragging along the way.

"Delilah?" I call out. I wait. No answer. Why would there be? She fucking left me again. I mean what do I expect? Her standing in the kitchen making us breakfast, calling me sweetheart as I enter? No, she's not like that. Never seemed to be anyway. Well fuck, a shame I can't remember the sex. Brief flashes of her slim naked body moaning fade in and out of my mind. But I'm not entirely sure if that is reality or fantasy. I'd be lying if I said I never thought about that before. Fucking Delilah. Well I can cross it off my bucket list. Now I need some coffee.

I make my way to the kitchen and retrieve a near empty can of coffee from the cupboard. I scoop the remaining grounds into my coffee maker. I fill it with water and start it up. While waiting for it to brew I grab a stained coffee cup from my sink. Using a dish towel I rub some of the dried coffee off the inside of the cup. I don't really care too much at this point but whatever, it preoccupies my mind.

I fill my dirty cup with the fresh brew and slink over to my couch. I recline in the plush beast and place my feet crossed on the table kicking away the graveyard of beer cans. I sip the coff- "Fuck", too hot. I never wait long enough for this shit to cool. I lean back, my head still pounding, and slide my eyes shut. What now? I have nothing to do and no one to see. No one to worry about me. I'll just sit here for a while. Wait for something to happen. You know, maybe I'll find motivation to go job hunting. Maybe I'll try and hit up some old friends for a night at the bar. Or maybe I'll just sit here. There's no hurry is there?

I hear my screen door open, perhaps someone trying to sell some shit. I wait for the knock. Nope, my door begins to open. My eyes shoot open, and I straighten myself up.

Delilah has returned to me?

"Hey looks like you made up Hank" she coolly states. Grocery bags in her hands as she makes her way in. Kicking the door shut behind her and beginning her way to the kitchen.

"Uhm, yeah, I guess I did", I slowly spit out "did you go to the store?"

"Yeah you don't have anything here to eat and I'm starving"

"What'd you get?"

"The basics, eggs, bacon, more coffee because it looked like you were low, some bread that isn't covered in mold, and some jam. Now get in here so you can make me breakfast" she winked.

"You came back?" I asked.

She pauses her task of sorting the groceries on the counter. "Why wouldn't I?"