Impossible (Working Title)

Chapter 2 - Sleeping Through The Day, Sweetheart!

Loved the lyrics of this song and wanted to share it with you guys - 'I wasn't enough for you' by Hollyn. The world is full of such talented people. Lyrics just seem to be flowing and yet the underlying message in such simple words. This song is running on loop on my mobile. Hope you enjoy it too....

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Next morning was equally shitty. Well it was to be expected. After my excessive drinking from last night, a gigantic hangover was the most natural outcome. I woke up to loud banging as if someone was pounding my head. I groaned miserably as I struggled to open my eyes and shut my ears.

"Uhhhh! Stop it damn it!"

I held my head in my one hand while I rubbed my eyes with the other one. Forcing myself up in sitting position, I felt the sudden dizziness causing another extreme pain in my head while also realizing that pain wasn't just limited to my pain. My whole body throbbed with muscle ache as I regretted falling asleep on the couch.

Trying to ease the pain in my neck, I massaged it, as I looked around for my mobile phone. As my eyes landed on the phone lying on the floor next to the couch, ponding in my head as actually coming from the main door. Someone was beating daylights off my front door. This, along with an epic hangover, was the perfect morning. I was ready to explode.

Grabbing my phone off the floor, I staggered towards the main entrance with full intent of returning the favour being so heartlessly met out to my main door. Someone was going to pay for taking my already miserable morning three notches higher.

I should have checked the intercom before opening the door. In other circumstances, it was stupid considering I was staying all alone in a New York apartment but sadly I was hardly thinking. Also, apart from thrashing the rude un-invitee, I was desperate to stop that banging on my door which was causing a splitting headache.

"Who the hell has a death wish?"

I screamed my lungs out in the face of Tracey. I was hoping expressing my rage in words would help ease some of the pain in my head but I was again wrong. The screaming only made the headache worse. Also seeing a shocked white face of Tracey further added to my bad mood of screaming at my best friend.

Oh, hell! She was the one banging on my door. I am the one who should be upset!

But one look at her pressed thinned lips evaporated that thought almost immediately.

"Tracey! What are you doing here so early in the morning?" I tried to ask in a soft voice but my dry throat made the words come out as dry and hoarse, something that happens when you have just woken up.

"Early morning?" Said another voice.

That's when I noticed Tracey was not alone. Along with her was Brad.

"It's four in the afternoon, sweetheart," Brad continued.

"What?" I was thrown off my balance all over again. Was it really four pm!

"You have been knocked out, obviously you wouldn't know. Some would even call it late afternoon!" He smirked in my face, while walked past Tracey and me.

"That's the reason she wasn't picking up her phone," he tossed over to Tracey, sauntering in my living room to make himself comfortable. I hated when he acted as if he owned the place. But there were more important matters to care about at that moment. I stared at my mobile screen to see thirty-seven missed calls and more than hundred messages. And the time was indeed ten minutes past four.

"I knew you would be tired but when you didn't answer your phone for past two hours, I was worried. I am sorry for crashing up here but you didn't reply to any of my messages. I sent you so many of them. I just wanted to make sure you were prepared for the meeting today."