Dream's Intuition

Chapter 5 - Still No Kay

CHAPTER 5

            I throw the alarm clock across the room, 7AM. My head is pounding, at least it’s Friday. 

            My prep work was limited as I choose no make up and glasses, a simple ponytail fell down the back of my neck.  I look horrible, but not that I really care, I’ll get ready at home after work with Liz, she has tons of clothes and make up to doll me all up.

            I make it through the front doors to work, and I can already see that Ken has piled more files on my desk, they would have to wait until after the meeting.

            The meeting passes quickly compared to most, it lasts two hours instead of the three.  Most of which is said doesn’t even enter into recognition as I stare blankly at my manager, something that I do most Fridays during the meeting.  I nod and I smile with every pause, and that is the extent of life which exudes from me, many of my colleagues are in the same trance. 

            When I get back to my desk, the red light on my phone is flashing.  I pick up the phone and dial the number to access my voice mail; there are two missed calls according to the electronic voice.  One is from my mom telling me to be there for 6:30 and the other is just static and then nothing.  Wrong number or something, anyways if it was important they would call back.  The rest of the day drags, I stare the wall clock down waiting for five to come.  It finally does.

            I catch a bus to my parent’s house.  It is always difficult to go back because while the memories stay, every time I walk through the door there is a smaller piece of me present.  My old room is no longer mine, now it belongs to my younger brother who has totally destroyed it through a mess of clothes, junk and smells.  My once pristine sunshine orange walls are now covered with tacky posters.  If there was a dead body in that room somewhere decaying, I would not be all that surprised.

“You’re early.”  My mom greets me with a big hug and kiss, while she sounds annoyed I am fairly certain that she is happy to see me.  She made porketta for dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy, something I never make for myself.

            After dinner Liz showers and I talk with my parents and brother, there is not all that much new that has transpired since last Friday when I came over for dinner, most of which is small talk.  When my sister gets out of the bathroom I take a quick shower to get the smell of food off of me and help wake me up. 

            Liz is a stunning creature.  She has long dirty blond hair that falls down her backs in waves, she always straightens it for some reason, but I think it looks so beautiful naturally.  While my skin, she is tanned, her skin picks up colour well.  Her body has perfect curves, she is not thin by societal standards but all of her meat falls in the right places, and everything she puts on she looks hot.  She could wear a paper bag and turns heads, standing next to her I looked like a rag doll, at times it was rather depressing.

            The bar is actually pretty busy; the patio is packed, a sea of heads, with the new smoking ban.  Swirls of smoke hover overhead while the only breathable air is inside.  The music is rhythmic and we head to the dance floor our bodies flowing to the beat, within minutes we are sweating and laughing.  ‘Drink” I motion to Liz, I round my hand and put it to my mouth, she nods in agreement. 

“Where is Kay?”  She asks as we head to the bar.

“Probably at home, I didn’t ask her to come out so…I’m sure she has something to do. Where’s the boyfriend?”

“He went to camp.”

“Nice. Hi, can we get two whisky sours?  Thanks.”  The drinks are made quickly and I pay the bartender.  “Thank you,” Liz says as she takes a sip, she makes a face to illustrate how tart our drinks are.