I walked into a 24 hour coffee shop, and unzipped my hoodie. I sat down, and tried to come up with a new plan. But nothing was coming to me. Like I said, my mind went walking, and Alex has it.
I was really nervous and, for some reason, the coffee wasn't helping me relax. The old man behind the counter kept looking at me like he thought I was sick or something. He would always wrinkle up his face and ask me if I was alright, and telling me I shouldn't tug my hair like that. I didn't know what the fuck made me do this, but I told him to shut the fuck up and mind his own fucking business, and ordered another cup of coffee.
After a few hours and fourteen cups of coffee, this man and his girlfriend walked in. The man was wearing a grey business suit. It was expensive looking, like the ones at JC Penny's. His girlfriend was dressed in an incredibly short skirt and a top that barely covered her chest. I thought it was strange, with it being winter outside and all, but who am I to judge?
Her boyfriend kept buying her coffee and they would pass this flask back and fourth to eachother, pouring it in their cups. I guess it was their own creamer or something.
So I figured the man in the suit was rich, so he must be pretty smart, right? So I went over to their table, and sat next to his girlfriend.
"What the hell are you doing?" he barked.
He glared at me, like the lights were too bright or his head hurt, or something along those lines. His girlfriend smelled like the body I found in the woods last year. I wanted to poke her with a stick, too.
"You're smart, right?" I asked him, looking into his eyes.
"I'm too smart for this shit. " he said, shoving me out of the booth. I almost fell, but I braced myself against the table. I was too stiff to move, so he stopped shoving. I sat back upright, and cleared my throat.
"I need your help, then," I said quietly, "I left my mind in Alex's house, and I can't get it back. What do I do?"
His girlfriend laughed, but he slapped her. She rubbed her face where it got red, and kept quiet. I pushed my hair behind my ears, and choked back a laugh.
The man unbuttoned the top button on his suit. "So, you left your brain in some hooligans apartment?"
"No you fucktard, if I left my brain I'd be dead. I left my mind, the REAL ME, in his house. Someone else is inside me, something else."
