I woke up to the very, very bright sunlight shining though the giant picture windows. Thinking for a minute I was back at my friend Kim's house I almost expected her birds to be singing, even though I hadn't seen her since her wedding and her birds had been dead for several years. Then it all came back to me: the phone call, the drive, the trial, Tom, and scarf-boy. With the last realization I fell of the couch.
Holding my now sore shoulder and elbow I stood up and looked around, it was even in worse shape in the daylight than in the dark. Looking at my (favorite) batman watch I saw that it was already nine-a-clock in the morning, I went to grab my purse and keys but I remembered. I am in the middle of New York City, I am completely lost, and I was lucky to even find the hospital, how am I supposed to find my way back out?
Sitting back down on the couch I noticed how messy it was, if Tom was living here it was easy to see how he could get sick. There were dirty dishes in the sink, dirty clothes all over the floor and the worse (ewwww) dirty, grimy windows. Well, I thought, if I am stuck here I might as well be useful. I started by gathering up all the clothes and put them in a laundry bag that I found underneath the sink, (how it got there I don't even want to imagine) and then I started on the dishes. I was halfway done with the windows when he came through the (I assume) bedroom door.
"Hello…..?"
"Mark. Morning. What time is it?"
"Leah, almost noon. Why?"
"Your still here. And the apartment, its clean?"
"Well, I'm kind of stuck here and had nothing better to do, but yea, it's clean."
"Oh, are you hungry?"
"Why?"
"I am, want some bagels?"