Mindless

Chapter 5- Emotional Haunt

~ It sat there next to me all night. In a dramatic sense, it haunted me. I fell asleep knowing who that belongs to. Someone I have not seen in a really long time~

Now I know why Wendy got all hesitant to tell me about that friend. That text message made me a lot less sleepy. I was not too sleepy before, but now I was wide awake. I like how it wasn't even a text for me and it's taking such a big effect on me. Wendy is still sound asleep. The vibration of her phone did not awake her. I can't spend the night here. Nothing against Wendy, she's my best friend, I just... I don't know, fuck. The fact that he may have been on this couch. He was in this apartment. I am in this apartment.

It's just going past eleven o'clock. I have not had too much to drink, I will be fine to drive back to my hotel, oh that's right, I don't have a car. Well, better get comfy, somehow. I feel like I should ask Wendy if it's okay for me to crash here. Just Broflovski manners I grew up learning. I hate to wake her up but it'll make me feel like I have overstayed my welcome if I don't and just fall asleep. Looking to my left, Wendy adjusts her head on my shoulder. Probably not the best pillow. I hate to disturb her, she fell asleep awfully fast when the movie was still playing. She works her ass off, past eleven o'clock is probably like one in the morning for her.

"Wendy," I whisper. She doesn't move so I whisper again but just a little bit louder.

She starts to move her head up a little, "Hm?"

"I didn't wanna wake you, do you mind if I crash here?"

"You didn't have to ask," She laughs, "Grab a pillow from my room, there's blankets over there next to TV."

"Alright, thanks."

I grab three blankets. I put one over Wendy, she looks half asleep when I return to the couch. I tend to get cold in the night even during the summer, so I grabbed two blankets for myself just in case. Summers in Georgia haven't been horrible. Lance has told me it has gotten pretty hot before, like in the low 90s. My pale ass would be on fire. I wonder where I will be this summer, in Atlanta or here. I can't believe I am actually thinking about that being an option for me, staying in Colorado. This job opportunity has really made me rethink a lot of things. After this teaching job, I wonder what is next for me. I should probably start thinking about that, at least a little.

I wake up facing Wendy's flat screen television. She has the volume low on some show, I feel like I have seen it once or twice but then again I am just waking up, so who knows. The morning sunlight peeks in through the white blinds. My senses immediately pick up coffee brewing. Slowly sitting up, I turn my attention towards the kitchen. Wendy is putting two bagel halves in the toaster. I push the rest of the blanket off of my body and swing my legs off the couch. My yawn indicates my sleepiness, I woke up twice. I kept having these dreams, dreams that will only stay dreams and will only ever stay in my head. Obviously, Wendy will be the only one to know why I keep these things to myself. The content of them sits up there in my head and sometimes goes numb so I forget it for a few minutes. If only they could just not be dreams.

"Morning," Wendy smiles.

"Morning, you sleep okay?"

"Yes, was my couch comfy?"

I yawn again, "Yeah."

"Still tired?" Wendy asks me, tilting her head.

I nod, "Mhm."

"Did you sleep okay?"

"I woke up twice, but fell back asleep," I answer.

My best friend nods her head, "That's good."