It's the same; everything in my room is the same. From the contents of my shelves that are plastered over the walls down to the pile of washing that I should really put in the washing machine sometime soon. Sun now streaking in through the window and beaming down into my little room, illuminating all of my belongings that should really have a place on a shelf or drawer somewhere.
Getting up out of my bed I glance around, I can't put my finger on it, but something seems different. Almost as if something is so wrong it's screaming in my face, but I can't see the source of the screaming. I'm even in my bedclothes. I rub over my hair, my fingers trailing and toying with my thick chocolate coloured hair, checking my scalp for bumps grazes, cuts… anything. Some kind of indicator as to how I ended up back in my bed after an evening I can't remember. But there was nothing, not a single scratch. Grabbing my dressing gown off the side of the bed I move out of my room and see the cat perched on the windowsill, glancing down at the passersby one the street below the flats.
"Come on black cat, time for some breakfast"
Emitted from my lips as I pick her up, stroking her fur softly. My loyal cat, maybe she had some idea of what happened last night. I kissed the top of her head as I murmur out loud to myself 'what the hell happened last night'.
Sadly she had no reply for me; it was worth a try I suppose!
Walking down the stairs I glance around noting how everything is in the same position that it was last time I glanced upon it. The flat from the outside I could not be so sure of but the inside of my flat looked the same. Cream carpet everywhere- that was not my choice however it was my parents, since their death I haven't had the chance to change it. Almost a sentimental thing I guess. Subconscious choice not to change my carpet from the awful cream my parents chose.
Sighing I put my cat down as I enter the kitchen, looking up I stop, gasping for air.
Stopped dead in my tracks by a figure in my kitchen!
There, sat in one of my chairs at the kitchen table was a man, reading a paper. Time stopped as I glanced at him, he seemed completely oblivious to my presence.
'Did I bring him home?'
'Fuck… I brought him home and forgot didn't I?!'
That seemed to be all I could hear resounding in my head. His long black hair was strapped back into a ponytail that trailed down his back. Porcelain skin was the only possible description for how his skin looked, ghostly, but gorgeous. Snapping me out of my trance like state he put his paper down and looked up at me, smirking slightly.
' No sweetheart, you didn't bring me home, I brought you home!'
He'd thrown me completely off guard, he knew what I was thinking, how could he know? I turned my head slowly, entering the kitchen more, looking around to check nobody else was here. I watched him turn to the TV, flicking it on swiftly, suddenly an advert came on for a film.
My film! The film I'd been watching LAST NIGHT!
' You cost me ten quid you bastard! I was enjoying that film!'
