Ring, ring…
Ring, ring…
“Ugh… Go uhway…”
Ring, ring…
Ring, ring…
It was so loud; I could feel it making my already unbearable headache worse with each high pitched note. I turned my head and opened my eyes just enough to see the burning red clock digits. It read 2.43pm, but that couldn’t be right, I’d never slept past midday in my life. I reached up for my phone and pulled it off the shelf… Onto my head. Smart.
“Zack! I called six times; don’t tell me you just woke up.”
It was Marli; she probably had some incredible insight about last night whilst laying in bed. For once in my life I didn’t over think something that had happened.
“Yurh, I was having’ a gord dream too.”
“Dude… You suck at English so much right now.”
Well she was back to her smart ass self again.
“Well at least I don’t call people just to wake them up when they’ve got a headache.”
“I’m glad I woke you up, if you plan to sleep this late you deserve more than just a headache.”
“Alright, fair call. So what do you want?"
“How are you feeling? Any better?”
The sickness was gone but the headache was in full swing.
“I’m feeling better all things considered.” I grumbled.
“Got any plans for the night? Cause I feel like a guitar sesh and my band’s M.I.A.”
“What are you talking about, I am your band.”
“Exactly, you’ve been missing in action for most of the day now.” She laughed.
“Alright, I’ve gotta get some things done here first but I’ll be there around 8 to 8.30.”
“Sounds like a plan, I’ll see you then. Have fun.”
I got up and spent the following hours cleaning out the garage and surrounding garden; which could be considered a jungle in its own rights.
My parents thought it would be fun to have a walk-through garden with towering plants and shrubbery. That was before they realised how much maintenance it would need; there were shrubs to be trimmed, stems to be cut and a path to be cleaned. It seemed like it would never end, but finally the end was near by around 6.30.
Everything seemed to run like clockwork and the day passed as any other, overlooking my late rising. And once all the work was done for the day I relaxed with my acoustic guitar on the bottom of the steps at the end of the fernery. The sun’s rays were warm and calming, but somehow reminded me of being stared down by giant gleaming eyes.
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Deep Creek
Paranormal"I had no idea where I wanted to be. In truth, I didn't want to be anywhere. In my mind, existence was optional... And at times, confusing. So I planned to do what I always did in this situation; I'd drive. No particular direction, just onto the nea...
