Just my cup of tea

3 sugars too much?

I'm walking down my street, it's cold and I'm fucking high. I woke up around midnight after another episode of a dream, this has become an on going series in the Alice in dreamland saga where I wake up feeling as though I havn't had a minute of rest. I think my mind might be too active with work at the studio and my loose ends for so many of my novels. A goofy smile slides onto my face as I realize that I have been pretty dedicated to my latest project. Kate filled up my coffee cup of inspiration that a moment away from her story made me feel as though I had brought shame to my favorite poets. Writing her story was like writing a tribute to Hemingway, "No subject is terrible, if the story is true; if the prose is clean and honest and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure." She was true and more real than the feeling you get when the goose bumps creep up your body as the ice wind kisses your skin during a winter morning. 

I reached my apartment gate and fumbled around for my keys, dropped them, fuck, and then finally opened my gate and floated up the stairs. Just as I made myself warm and comfortable on my bed I turned to my right and glanced at the clock. 04:30AM. You have got to be pulling my weed stems, I will have to wake up in thirty minutes. I love my job at the studio and the people and the models but a girl's got to sleep. I could call in sick today, it would be my second time missing work. Yes ok I'm a little bit of a nerd. I reached for my phone under my pillow and informed work that I would not be in today, I could only imagine the shocked looked on my mentors face. 

I lay on my bed and looked out the window to my right and saw a plane passing ahead. To think that there are so many people at this moment venturing to another country, to see a new place and meet new people and have great adventures. I wondered where that plan would land and if it would land and who could be on that plane, what's their story for being there at this moment in time. I guess that's why I love writing and stories, it somehow always stems from some form of reality. I wonder if Kate has ever been overseas to another place. I laughed at how silly I sound and the fact that she could so easily pop into my thoughts and then invade my entire afternoon of thoughts. 

I lazed around my apartment for a little while, watched a movie and just as I was going to make some more popcorn my phone rang.

Caren: "Hi Alice, how you feeling?"

Me: "uuh Like death, sorry how are you?"

Caren: "oh man, I'm so sorry to hear that! I'm great although, listen. I'm so sorry about this but I'm still in a meeting and Fredrick just called to say that we are three models short for the next shoot at 2pm. I have Shane and Arora meeting two of the replacement models but they will not make it back in time to the Burgh to meet the third model and the only other employee int the Burgh is you. 

Me: "Caren are you serious, I didn't even shower yet."

Caren: "It Will only take an hour please do me this solid and I promise I will roll you 2 spliffs."

Me: "Fine, but I called in sick so if they asked, you dragged me out of bed."

Caren: "I thought you are sick?"

Me: "Fuck, well I was tired ok and I never take off."

Caren: "Haha you dick."

Me: "Shut up. OK where do I meet this model?"

Caren: "I told her to meet at the cafe, since it's closest to you."

Me: "oh that's actually perfect, I wanted to take a trip down there anyway."

Caren: Thanks again Alice! bye!"

I guess I needed that though, lazing around the house like that is not healthy at all and besides Kate might be in the cafe by now. I showered and carefully selected my outfit, Blue sweater and jeans with my chucks. When I arrived at the cafe I realized that I didn't bother to ask Caren for a description of the model so I stepped in and scanned the cafe. I didn't spot Kate which disappointed me a little but I'm pretty sure I found the model sitting at the back of the cafe with her head almost in her bag frantically searching for something. Her hair was the same colour as Kate's but pin straight, she had on dark blue skinny jeans with brown boots, a black leather jacket and I couldn't really see her top yet. I walked up to her, she looked up and holy shit this is not happening. "Kate? You're the model?"  Kill me right now, someone, anyone please walk through the cafe doors and shoot me.