serial contraption of malice

PROJECT 03. WAKE UP

    I jolt into reality and nearly fall to the floor.

    I’m standing outside the front door of my house on the porch. I look around. The birds are tweeting in the tree sitting next to me in the garden. Bugs are flying about, some get caught in a spider’s web and breath their last as the eight legged horror bites into them.

    Why was I asleep while standing up? I ask myself in my head. And then it all comes back to me. I was at Wendy’s. Then I got on my bike and started going home. And then… I break into a cold sweat.

    Instantly I check my bag. Laptop? Check. Ipad? Check. Helmet? Check.

    My bike helmet.

    My bike.

    Where was my bike? I was riding it home. I was hit by a car...or was I? What even happened?

    I check myself for broken bones, scratches, even bruises. There are none.

    I look at my watch. It’s 11:03. What happened the past half hour?

    I look around again. And there’s my bike. Leaned up against the side of my house. I walk over to it, and there is a slight pain in my legs.

    I check it for damages. There are no scratches. No dents. Nothing.

    I was not hit by a car. Someone, something, saved me.

    And then I see it.

    A little candy sitting on the seat of the bike.

    The same kind that was on my nightstand this morning.

A/N Yeah, that was really short. Sorry. I have another chapter on the way, though. Just wait.