Clutching the side of my head, as I weaved through the crowd was annoying, the almost consistent bumping into other people; half muttered apologises lost in a sea of people, I did get to the storefront of "PizzaNow! I and II" pizza joint, it didn't look that busy either so it was a lovely bonus. I was walking up to the cash register when it was my turn to order.
"A medium thin crust pizza, with chicken and pineapple, please with a medium drink. For here." I finished with a slightly strained smile at the teen working behind the counter.
The teen handed me a number card to place at the edge of my table, saying a quick thank you as I more or less scurry to fill my drink cup with water and moving to snag a booth table. One near the back so I could have a decent view of both the other patrons and the window to people watch.
Sitting down with a sigh and placing the number card at the edge of the table perfectly centre and even. Taking small sips of from my drink, rubbing my left temple, my eyes aching as I wait for the seemingly hour wait.
My headache was getting slowly worse; I want to get home quickly. I shouldn't have ordered for here. Is it too late to change it to go...
Closing my eyes as I take a deep breath, blanking out slightly only being brought back, so to speak, as the pizza was placed in front of me within its box. The smell made my stomach twist uncomfortable, no matter how hungry I was at the moment, the smell was making me more nausea. Closing the pizza box, and paying the bill for the pizza, I grabbed my box and drink and began walking out of the pizza joint and started to walk the boardwalk to the stairs leading my new home.
Walking down the boardwalk once again for the night, although my headache was leasing it wasn't enough to let me take in the detail and small flashes of details I remembered from the movie. The merry-go-round, the line looked reasonably long, and it seemed just like the film. David and his boys walking on the and seemingly hunting before being called off by the security guard.
Smiling slightly, as I take my first step onto the sand, the headache seemed to dissipate as pink toes sink into the warm sand my black toenails disappearing.
"I hate walking up sand." Muttering under my breath as I make my through the sand.
There was a bonfire on the beach, and I could see the people around said bonfire dancing, drinking and being noisy I could hear them yelling from where I was, and I was a good ten if not more feet away. I guess as I was passing one of the drunker party-goers noticed me passing.
"Hey, pretty lady, what'r you doin' out alone." the man yelled at me, his words were slurred, and he was yelling more so because of distance. Rolling my eyes as I ignored him, I guess he didn't like that because as I was nearing the stairs that went to my home, I could still hear the distant yelling.
"Hey. I was talkin' to you!" the same slurred voice called out from behind me, albeit the sound was distant, and it seemed that the man and some of his friends started to catcall me and to try to invite me to join their bonfire. I was very much less than impressed.
Because I didn't want to take my time and risk any confrontation with someone late at night, I may have skipped a step or two as I walked the stairs. The creaking of the older stairs that were probably water longed and older than I was almost like nails on a chalkboard. Even though my headache was gone, maybe at this point I was just tired and hungry I just wasn't happy with the creaking. I debated if I should call and have these stairs fixed, I neared the yellow house, I was sighing with relief when I was at my door and soon unlocking the door, and dropping the pizza box on the kitchen counter, taking off my shoes and turning to make sure the front door was locked and my security system was working.
Unlocking Mazi from her kennel, nearly getting out of the way before she ran into my legs, I followed her to back to the kitchen seeing as she went straight for the water dish I had filled and placed while I was unpacking some of the kitchens items, and thankfully so, grabbing a plate from the cabinets. Moving to the pizza box and pulling out two slices and placing the still warm slices on my plate, I just put the whole box in my empty fridge.
Soon I was sitting on the couch, eating my pizza, with Mazi outside for the last restroom usage for the night, seeing as it was nearing 10 pm and I was ready for bed. No matter how uncomfortable I fear, I might have.
When I finished, I just rinsed off my plate, brought Mazi in, making sure to lock the door and doing a once over of the whole first floor making sure the windows were locked, the blinds were closed, and the last thing I did before taking Mazi with me upstairs was turning on the security system. Only to repeat the checking of windows, blinds and making sure any balcony doors were locked before opening the master bedroom door letting Mazi trout in and closing the door behind me.
Flopping on the mattress as my dog did pretty much the same next to me, I made sure when I pulled my blanket up, I got Mazi under it as well — rolling onto my stomach, an arm under my pillow and the other touching Mazi. I took a deep breath before closing my eyes for the night.
A sensation of heat and cold simultaneously started to climb my body, first starting at my toes, I tried to open my eyes even move, I couldn't. As it rose to my back, the cold heat seemed to worsen, and I felt like I was sweating. Still trying to open my eyes as I just seem to have lost time; however, the sensation felt like it was an eternity, just vanished.
Walking On A Dream
Thought I'd never see
The love you found in me
Now it's changing all the time
Living in a rhythm where the minutes working overtime
I opened my eyes to sunshine.
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Back In 1987
FanfictionI don't like moving, I never had. Growing up in a military family didn't really give one a chance to really form friendships and things of that nature. On top of that I was homeschooled since fifth grade, that really messed up my social skills and m...
