Sunshine...
Why was there, sunlight? It couldn't already be daylight, I don't think I fell asleep and if I did does it feel like I haven't slept.
Sitting up as I rubbed my eyes, my blanket falling off my body and pooled on my lap. As I opened my eyes, fear gripped at my chest and lungs as I lunched off my mattress and pulled the blanket off with me.
Mazi wasn't in bed. She wasn't in the room. And my mattress that didn't have a bed frame last night, it was on my antique metal canopy bed. The black metal bars had my sheer black curtains were tried off on each side, the bed was made, my burgundy silk sheets, the quilt my mom made me when I was a child was neatly placed that the foot of the bed and the blanket I had on was the same from the night before, a black crush velvet throw blanket.
Looking around the master bedroom, all the furniture that I had were still in the same place. My dresser on the left side of the room, near the bathroom. Both end tables were placed on either side of the bed, and my bed was in front of the window. The sheer curtains and tall metal posts were blocking the window and most of the sunlight from hitting my face.
The only window that didn't have their curtain closed was this one, but there was no strip of light.
Where was the light that woke me up, and where was my dog?
Running to my bedroom door and ripping it open as I began to call out her name, opening any closed doors.
Not finding her upstairs, I ran down to the bottom floor, and as I rounded the corner, there she was, laying on the kitchen tile, right as rain. All the rooms I was in or passed were unboxed and clean. Upstairs there's only three rooms and a little library nook: the master bedroom and its private bathroom, my room, a bathroom room and a guest bedroom. Clean, beds made small soap skulls placed on little dishes in the bathrooms. The library was put together; the old maple bookshelves were packed with my ever-growing collection of books, old, new, older than me. I was uncomfortable as to why everything was put away.
At least Mazi was here and safe.
Walking more into the kitchen and pulling the fridge door open, empty, save for the pizza. I'll need to get food.
Looking at the stove clock, it was 1:47 in the afternoon.
I started to become increasingly panicked; how did I lose so much time. I usually wake up at 8:45, ten at the lastest. How...
Looking down at Mazi, she was laying down with frog legs, watching me as I moved around. Nothing out of the ordinary. Walking over her and into the living room, I started looking at my bookshelves; I keep my modern books, notebooks, journals, sketchbooks and the likes. Right now I was looking for my Memoranda; I log everything I do in it and everything I need to do. In case I forget, my memory has been getting increasingly worse over the years.
Maybe I woke up early, unpacked and just took a nap. I mean it sounds reasonable and something I'd do.
Finding the raw red bound book, pulling it off the shelve and moved over the kitchen table and opened it to the bookmarked page. September 13, 2019 subject one, breakfast; a cup of cherry blossom tea, time 7:13. Subject two; finished unpacking the kitchen, time 8:18, moving my eyes to the last entry, subject fourteen; finished unpacking, time 11:53 — the feeling of lead formed in my stomach. I lost about six hours of my day... I lost half my day, and I didn't even realise it. I felt like I was breaking out in cold sweats, Mazi noticed something was up, she perked up and butted her head into my leg.
"I'm okay." Kneeling down and rubbing behind her ears, trying to reassure her and myself, even though the pit in my stomach was practically growing.
Cry Little Sister by Gerard McMann
Last fire will rise
Behind those eyes
Black House will rock
Blind boys don't lie
Immortal fear
That voice so clear
Through broken walls
That scream I hear
Cry little sister
I didn't want to leave my house, I didn't want to lose more time and be confused in front of people, sadly, I needed to get food for both Mazi and I. She only has a few more days worth, and I need to pick up her frozen green beans.
"Mazi, come on outside." calling out to her and pointing towards the backyard door, trying to usher her out.
Opening the door and closing it behind her, I turned and went to the stairs to change out of my day-old clothing to something more comfortable and not as stale. Walking up the stairs and to my bedroom, I made sure the blinds were closed before I began to undress, dropping my dirty clothes into the hamper and putting on some clean clothes.
Slipping on an empire style dress, black with silver embroidered flowers on the bottom, grabbing a pair of knee-high socks, ankle boots and a green cardigan and moved to my bed to roll on my socks and slip on the shoes, taking my cardigan with me as I went back downstairs to let Mazi in and place her into her kennel.
"I'll be back in thirty minutes, don't break out, Mazi." Trying to put on a stern voice before locking the latch and pulling the cardigan sleeves up to my elbows. One last look in the mirror, fixing my hair into a high bun and licking my teeth. Smiling lightly, I grabbed my keys. Opening the door and locking the bottom lock before closing and locking the deadbolt before heading, unlocking and climbing into the jeep.
Taking a deep breath, I turned on my radio as I pulled out of my driveway.
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