A New Kind of Deal

Going in Circles. . .

        Im dreaming. I know it. All I can see is white everywhere. White ground, and in any direction I look is white. I try to walk, and I can, but no matter how far I go, there isn't an end to the white abyss. I start to run, since there's nothing else to do. I run for what feels like a long time, then, I see something in the distance. A little black dot. It's so far away, but I run faster to try to see what it is. I am getting close enough to see what it is when-

*beep beep beep*

        I slam my hand down on my alarm clock. I roll over on my side to see the plastic screen blink 6:25. I roll back onto my back and stare at my ceilling. Its not the first time, I think to myself. I've been having that same dream for the past few months. They first started at a steady pace of one or two times a month, but they gradually started to appear more often as time went on. They don't scare me, there's nothing scary about them. It's just me running closer to something on the horizon, and just as I am about to figure out what it is, I wake up. I'm used to it by now, having it almost every night, So it doesn't mess up my sleeping. 

        I sit up and rub my hair out of my face. As I blink to slowly start to get the sleep out of my eyes, I get up and go look out the window. Raining. Again. I live in Carlsborg, Washington, and it's always raining here. I don't mind though, I actually moved up here for the bad weather. I used to live in Florida with my parents, where it is the home of nice weather. I got sick of the sunshine, and decided to move up here where it's colder. 

        It's dark in my room, so I start to walk over to my door where my light switch is right next to it. I am a few feet away from it when I trip over something furry. I'm about to fall over, but I grab onto the doorframe for balance, and swiftly flip the switch. As the room is filled with a home-y glow from my ceiling fan light, I look down to see what I tripped over.

"Cat, what did I tell you? I mean come on, I just woke up," I bend over to pick up my cat. I'm holding him at arms length, watching his long body dangle as I hold him from his under arms. "Why you gotta do that? I thought we talked about this."

        The only response I got was a dazed look, and a few blinks. I sighed, and set him back on the floor. I headed over to the bathroom to wash my face. Then I went to put on my usual attire. A solid color t shirt, and a pair of blue skinny jeans. I went to my full body mirrior to fix my hair. All I do is run a hairbrush through it, and it's fine. I looked at my body in the mirrior. I'm not the skinniest girl, and I definantly don't have a thigh gap. But, I don't really care.

        I go to my small kitchen to fix a cup of coffee. As the water starts brewing, Cat hops up on the counter and sits down. 

"You're not supposed to be up here," I say as he stares at me, the end of his tail flicking with curiosity. "I thought we talked about this too. No jumping up on the counters." I stare at him sternly, but do nothing to remove him from the counter. I sigh again and walk over to my small sterio with my ipod Nano still plugged in from last night. I turn it on, and press play on the song I was halfway through on the night before: Barstool, by Gary Jules.

        I hear the coffee pot finish it's job, and go over to pour myself a cup. I go sit on my small kitchen table next to a big window, over looking the wet street. Cat joins me and hops up on the table. He's a thin little thing, fast metabolism I guess. He's a black cat, and, as you might tell from earlier, not the brightest. When her eats, he will randomly meow really loud, and lay down in the middle of hallways in the middle of the night, just waiting to be tripped over. On some occasions, he will walk around the house with the end of his tougne hanging out of his mouth, completely unaware. That is, until I poke it a few times, and he'll put it back in.

        Sure he's a little strange, but he's a good companion. I've had him since he was a kitten. And, a mother loves her children.

        I finish my cup of coffee and finish getting ready for work. When I'm done, I look at watch: 7:15. I have to get to work by 7:30 and get it ready when it opens at 8:00. I'm a barista at a small cafe downtown.

         I throw on a light jacket and pull on my coat. I grab my wallet and keys, and lock the door on the way out. I pull the hood of my coat up and run over to my small car. I open the door quickly, trying to get to a warmer place other than outside. It's only the beginning of September and it's already cold out. I drive to Main Street and find a place to park in the small alley behind it. When I find a good spot, I get my stuff and run to the back door. I unlock it and go inside. It's a long building with the coffee bar near the front, and a few couches at the back by the kitchen. The front of the building is a large window with the cafe's name painted in fancy lettering. 

        I walk around, turning on all the lights and taking the chairs off the tops of the few tables we have. I wipe down the counter tops and look at my watch: 7:56. Might as well open. I walk to the front of the room and turn on the open sign, unlock the door, and put the sign outside. I walk back behind the long counter and wait for customers. 

        I have a lunch break from one thirty to two, and then I work till seven. When I get off, I go to my car, and drive home. I go inside my house, and I get greeted with Cat, rubbing up against my legs. "Hey boy, how are you doing?' I reach down and rub his head in between his ears. "Hungry?"

        I put my stuff down and go check his food bowl. "Did I not feed you this morning?" I ask him. I pick up his empty food bowl and go fill it with food. I walk to my kitchen and look in my fridge. Do I seriously only have that much food in my house? I ask myself. I decide to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I go back to the fridge to get some milk.

"Great. Add milk to my shopping list for me Cat." I yell across the small house. I go to living room that is right next to my kitchen and get comfortable on the couch. I turn on the news, only to be bombarded with war, shootings, and Robin Williams' death. 

"Wonderful. That's definitely what I wanted to see." I mutter sarcastically under my breath. I watch for another hour and finish my sandwich, then go to the bathroom to take a shower. I grabbed my iPod from the small stereo from the place it sat this morning, still playing Gary Jules.

"How did I not notice you playing when I got home?"

I bring it in with me to play music in the shower. When I get done, I get out and wrap a towell around myself. I go up to the mirror and wipe the steam off with my hand. That's when I see him. A tall figure standing in the corner of the bathroom. My eyes widen as I whip my head around to see who it is, but the figure is gone, and there stands Cat. I look back to the mirror, but there's nothing there either. That's when I realise that I'm breathing really fast. As I try to calm my breathing, I look back over to Cat, who has now begun to scratch at the door trying to get out.

"How did you do that, boy? Huh?" I say as I pick him and hold him. "Was that just you, or was it a shadow?" I set him down and open the bathroom door. I walk out and go to my bedroom and pull on a pair of my favourite sweatpants and a tank top. 

"Sweatpants are love. Sweatpants are life." I whisper to myself. I dry my hair with my towell and hang it back up in the bathroom. I look at the all the bathroom corners and make sure that it was just my eyes playing tricks on me from earlier. I don't find anything, so I head back to my room and crawl into bead. I look at my clock and it flashes back at me 9:23. I turn my light off and get under the covers. I turn over a few times and feel Cat jump up and lay next to me. I stroke his back as he finds a comfy spot to sleep.

"You're the only man I need in my life," I say to him as look out my window. Raining. Again.

My days are mostly like this, repeating one after the other. Nothing new, no one to see. Just plain. Everyday. The only change is if it might be raining out side. But it normally is.

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