Choices We Make

Chapter Three: Discoveries

I don't know what to write. Yup this is exactly what I get for waiting till the last minute. Every time I do this I promise myself never again and then yet again I find myself here. It doesn't help that the professor has an unreasonable word count and doesn't understand that one can make a point in fewer words. But no! Stupid paper.

Meaghan rolled over trying to block out Alex's early morning rant.

Shut up, Alex. I'm sleeping.

I'm not saying a word.

You just went on a whole rant about your stupid essay.

She's right. Nicole joined the conversation.

Guys, I didn't say a word. This is all in my head.

Meaghan sat up, rubbing her hand over her face. What are you talking about?

Living room, now.

Meaghan got out of bed and went to reach for her glasses when she realized that she could see clearly. Crap, I fell asleep in my contacts again.

No. Nicole sounded worried. You didn't.

Then what is going on?

Meaghan grabbed her fuzzy bathrobe and swung it on, tripping over a textbook that had fallen out of her bag. Trying to catch her balance, she sidestepped and instead of falling into her bed, she fell against a brick wall. "What the?"

She was in an alleyway, but that was impossible, she was in her bedroom a second ago. Where was she? What happened? What on Earth was going on?

"Where'd you come from?"

Meaghan turned to see a strange man staring at her from his place on the ground. Junk and litter surrounded him.

"I... I... What is going on?" Meaghan took off down the alley, looking for some clue where she was and what was going on.

Meaghan, where are you?

What is going on?

I wish I knew. I don't know where I am. One second I was in my bedroom tripping over a textbook and the next I was in an alley somewhere next to a creepy homeless man.

Meaghan rushed down the alley and reached a street. People were going up and down the sidewalk, a couple giving her an odd look. Tightening her bathrobe around her she walked down the street looking for an intersection. Wherever she was, this was a big city. Ahead she saw a park though might be able to get her bearings.

Wait a second....

Meaghan picked up the pace and looked at the street sign at the corner.

Central Park West.

Oh. My. Gosh. I'm... what? How? What?

Meaghan, what is going on? Nicole's worried tone had gotten worse.

I'm in New York City. I'm near Central Park. But that's impossible. I was just in my bedroom in Lexington. That's hundreds of miles.

Meaghan crossed the street and entered the park. After a minute, she paused at the difference in the atmosphere from the busy street she had found herself on. She got here, so she could get back.

Right?

Maybe.

She was falling back in Lexington. She was falling and had done this odd spinning sidestep to try and catch her balance. Finding an isolated spot, she tried it again focusing on her room back in Lexington. Closing her eyes she took the step and opened them to find her familiar bedroom.