A Perpetual Journey

These People

" Cring Cring " I woke by the sound of my alarm clock. I checked my mobile and 5:30 it showed. I laid on the bed for a little bit more, my eyes closed. " How is Ciara? Is she fine? What would she be doing now?" all these questions started to come in my head. I held my head and got up. I just sat there, elbow on my thighs and head propped up by my hand, gazing at my feet. I decided not to think too much about her I had a long journey to do that day as well. My head should be brainstorming with ideas not questions about Ciara's situation. I advanced towards the window and slid opened it. I could  listen to the morning birds, captivated by their chirp. I could see the dawn, beginning of twilight, the presence of weak reflected orange-red sunlight illuminating the the city. Making the skyline of the city visible. Seeing this and that my alarm clock started to scream again. Actually, I had set alarm after every 5 minutes. I don't wake up by just one alarm. I defused the other bombs and stepped towards the bathroom. I squeezed the toothpaste out and brushed my teeth, washed my face, took a dump and then took a long bath, and then wiped my body by a towel and stepped out with the towel wrapped around my crotch area. I decided to wear the same hoodie and the blue jeans and store the third attire till I reach the beach. I wiggled into my clothes and pulled my briefcase out. I unzipped it and took out my, I mean my fathers ' Men's Military Messenger Bag Canvas ' which came with a vintage leather trim shoulder. It was army green color. I put the clothes I was going to wear to the beach into the bag. I put some other necessaries which included Red Bulls and all of the packets of the chips and my camera. The bag was totally filled so I tossed it on the bed and the suitcase back under the bed. I unplugged my iPhone from the charger and slid it into my pocket. Put my wallet into my other pocket. This time I didn't comb my bedhead hair by my fingers because I thought it looked good on me that day. I hanged the bag around my shoulder. I took a last glance of my room and sighed. I forgot to make my bed that day and the room looked quite messy. I closed the door and locked it and double checked it. With a beatific smile I started to walk through the corridor dragging the suitcase with me. I walked downstairs. Roberts' and mine paths crossed again. "Hey, Robert "I greeted. " Hey, Mason ".  he greeted back. " It's James. " I corrected. He looked at me with a confused look for a while and said " Oh yea, James." he added " Listen, James, I don't mind that you have a fetish or whatever. You can bring any of them, I don't mind unless you show me some George Washington.". " Um... What? " I asked oblivious to the message. " Ah let me get straight. If not interested in a hole than you can bring a pole too. I don't judge." said him smiling. " Seriously, Robert?" I asked, deadpan. I pretended to be serious but I really wanted to laugh out loud. What a deep and meaningful sentence it was. Whatsoever, I shrugged the matter and kept walking. " I'm trying to make some money here!" he exclaimed loudly from behind. I smiled and kept walking. I glanced at my car before I left. It was parked right next to the wall, safe and sound. 

I took out my mobile to see the time on the home screen. 5:55 it read. The Greyhound bus station wasn't far from downtown. It was like 5 minutes walk from downtown. The bus leaves at 6:05. I am 6 minutes away from downtown. 10 minutes left. Which meant I was one minute behind. The hype was real. That's some matrix and mission impossible shit right there. I started running on the road pavements. All of the street lights were off. Sun was rising. I could see school buses passing. I could see some old and middle-aged people jogging on the streets. I sprinted as fast as I could with my Indiana Jones type bag. I reached downtown. It seemed like a complete different place early in the morning. Most of the shops were closed. The colorful lights which illuminated the signboards were blacked out. The roads weren't jam-packed with cars. The street wasn't swarming with people like bees. Street vendors could not be seen. It was very quiet. It was the time either creative people go to sleep or wake up from sleep. I rushed more forward. My hands started to get cold due to the fear of missing the bus. I kept dashing. 6:00 read my mobile screen as I slid it back into my pocket. I was standing right in front of the station. A black colored bus was parked as if it was about to be driven. Passengers were getting loaded inside the bus. On top of the station it read " San Jose Diridon Station ". I dashed inside the station to collect my ticket. I must say that it was very beautiful from inside. A very large American flag was hanged by a wall. A large portrait of some unknown painting hanged on top of the counter. I wanted to admire and observe more but I was in a rush. I sprinted towards the lady and asked for the ticket. She asked the confirmation code, photo id and the credit card, I paid for the ticket with. " Sir, your bus would be leaving anytime soon." said the woman working on the counter. " Yes, that's why I need you to hasten. " I replied as she did something on the computer." Done! here's your ticket. Good luck and enjoy." said her as she handed me the ticket with a smile on her face. " Yeah, you too." I replied as I started moving my legs heading outside. Wait, did I just do that again? I looked around and saw the bus leaving. I ran behind it and started shouting " Wait! Wait for me!". Someone from inside must have seen or heard me through the black tinted windows. The bus stopped. I reached the entrance door of the bus which automatically opened. " You are late, ai!" said an old man, the driver. " I can see the fear in your mince pies " said the driver. " No, I don't have any pies with me." I replied. " What? " he questioned, " What? " I questioned back.