Flick' went the lighter "Ah man, You still smoke those things"? I said. He lit one of his menthol 100's ciggs then replied "Yep". "I have a million questions, but I have a bigger headache, so if you don't mind I'd like to go to bed right now and chat in the morning" I said. He showed me to my room on the fourth floor of the old, nice looking hotel that was underground with an entrance that was a hole in a cave, which we got to from climbing down a well. I sat on the bed and wondered, "How does he get cable down here"?, I'm watching MSNBC in an under-ground hotel, pretty cool. I even checked my Facebook and my Blog stats.
My mind drifted and I started losing grip with reality. Could this all even be possible? I tried so hard to think of her name and , it couldn't come to me. Was she ever real? I ran into the bathroom to cool off with some water. There was an old porcelain faucet in the bathroom that I could see in the dark. I turned the faucet on and it started making an unusual sound. I turned the light switch on. In the mirror I thought I could see a man with an axe coming towards me screaming bloody murder. Suddenly the light bulb in the lamp exploded throwing pieces of the bulb everywhere. I was hit above the eye, but soon the blood started flowing down into it. Luckily I was pretty sure I had just imagined the guy with the axe, but I was still highly anxious.
I managed to clean the blood off of my face using the light from my laptop reflected against the mirror. That's when I noticed that my pupils where the size of moon beams. My heart started to race out of control and my head was pounding. Somehow I managed to get myself to the bed. I did what I had done so many times in the hospital when I was closest to death, I meditated. It took about an hour of slow concentrated breathing, in with the positivity of the universe, out with the negativity that plagues us. Eventually I was calm, I opened my eyes and she said. "Where the heck did you go"?, in a Canadian accent.
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