Dear Calamity,

Entry six

I opened my eyes expecting to see the same familiar foreground as before. I wanted to see the rotting wood of the old park pavilion. I wanted to be outside tasting the humid air on my tongue and arms but dreams are created to be dashed. I awoke in the comfort of my own room. My blankets covered me and the only light that ignited the room was the small bulb from my desk lamp. How long had I managed to be out for? I sat up quickly and walked over the the window to see that It was still raining. The clouds were dark and heavy with the precipitation and fading daylight. My car was in the driveway, parked in the place it had been before I left earlier that morning. The thought that I hadn't actually left the house occurred me but upon remembering the events of this morning I knew better than to think that way. If I ever dreamed of Europe it would be a nightmare.

I looked down to find that I was in the same clothes as when I left the house which just confirmed that I did not have a nightmare. I felt in my back pocket to see that my phone was still there. I pulled it up and clicked open the screen to see that I only had 3 messages. I almost through my phone across the room but resisted the urge of total destruction of the device.

Pest: I will be expecting a 'thank you' at some point just letting you know.

Pest: btw, your mom invited me to dinner.

Pest: Should I dress up or casual? I want to make a rather good impression.

Fury burned all around me. My own mother betrayed me? How could she have let that villain into our house? How could she let that annoying stupid... He brought me home.

I sprinted down the stairs calling my mother's name and hearing no response. The stereo for the studio was one so maybe she was doing some senior pictures or something. I ran down second pair of stairs towards the basement and flung open the door to see a guy a few years older than myself. I raise an eyebrow and said a quick hello before turning to my mother who was looking through the eyepiece.

"Mom did you Invite Europe to dinner?" I asked quickly. My mother didn't even bother turning towards me and instead told the boy to tilt his head down.

"Can we not talk about this right now? I am in the middle of a photoshoot."

"I know that, However, this is a life after death scenario." I whispered just loud enough for the customer not to hear.

"Honey, I know you think you don't like him that much, but it was the right thing to do after he brought you home today. I mean, he could have just left you at the park."

"That would have been fine! He also could have woken me up. I could have driven myself home."

"You wouldn't have come home. You would have kept working and frankly, I do not think that is very good for your health." The camera clicked a few times and my mother motioned for the boy to stand.

She had a point. It was true that I would have kept working. I knew that I was an extreme workaholic and perfectionist. I have no limit to when I am working on something that I care about. Which means basically anything. I groaned and started to walk back up the stairs before I turned and looked back at her. "Europe want's to know if he should dress fancy for the dinner."

"Tell him no. something casual is just fine." I hit my head against the wall before heading to my room again. I Sent Europe the confirmation that he would be wearing something casual and collapsed lifelessly onto my bed. It was 5 o'clock now, which meant that Europe would be over in about an hour and a half. Though this appears to be a long time, it wouldn't be long enough. The distance I wanted to keep myself from him would never be wide enough.

I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the sky light. Small puddles formed on the window pane magnifying the grey clouds outside. Occasionally, a small puddle would flow into a bigger one, creating an even bigger puddle which would eventually break and flow to the sides of the window. Life's little intricacies were always something I marveled at. I pulled myself once again from the comfort of my bed and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I felt as though I were covered head to toe in layers of disgusting sweat. Humidity was never my strong suit. In fact, anything that revolved around heat was never my strong suit. I suppose that is why I am home body.