Something missing? -apartment 315

I woke up to a massive headache.

I knew the city could kick your butt, but I didn't really know how bad. Last night was a blur. I remember getting on a bus, dressed to the nines, ready to go and hit the clubs. I remember standing on line for a little while and then finally walking into a large room filled with people.

 After being offered a jello-shot, I only can recall a blur of colors. As I begin to rise from my bed, I feel the remanence of last night's quality decisions sloshing around in my stomach, threatening to be let loose.

 I walk out into the kitchen and see that the front door is slightly ajar. My heels and my bag are scattered next to the table near the door. Jackie's dog bowl is flipped upside down in the middle of the room as well, signaling to me that she is hungry.

Then, at that second, the apartment and Jackie did not matter anymore. I felt my stomach charring, ready to remind me of my "night to remember".

I grabbed my crappy waste basket and lie down on my bed, hoping that the sickness would subside. After about a half an hour, I fell into a sleep induced coma. I dreamt that I had already become a doctor and that Jackie had a personal dog feeder.

I imagined that I grew up with several brothers and sisters and that my parents hadn't informed me of the existence of a sibling until a few weeks ago. It was a blissful dream.

 Eventually I was re-awoken by my growling stomach. As I went to the fridge to get substance, I remembered Jackie. The poor girl must be hungry.

 I went to scoop her a bowl of food, but she didn't come running immediately. Normally just the sound of me walking around makes her hyper and bouncing off the walls of the apartment.

I began calling her name...she wasn't anywhere to be found. Okay, calm down. Jackie is not Mitzy. It will be okay. she did not run off, and there isn't that much traffic here around Dreamwood to pass through...I ran down the stairs screaming her name out. "Jackie!!!!!!"

 I knew I could get kicked out if someone figured out what I was really calling for but I did not care.

This would not happen again.

I ran out the lobby's front doors and was looking around frantically. I smelled meat cooking. If I were a dog, that is where I would go.

I ran down the street to the nearest restaurant. I came barreling through the door and asked of they had seen a mid-size dog running around.

 A women cam out of the kitchen right as I entered. She smiled at me and motioned for me to follow her. As I scrambled through the tables and chairs, all I could think about was that this better be Jackie, and she better be alive...

Moments of Diamond or Zirconium?

I woke up to the sun shining through the window onto my face. After a stressful week, I have finally gotten a chance to relax.

When I finished my breakfast, feeding Jackie and showering, I began cleaning the apartment to prepare for my parent's arrival. First the dishes off the table, then vacuuming of the carpets and finally the wiping down the kitchen. Everything looked spick and span.

As the last pillow was being straightened, the doorbell rang. I scrambled to open it, fumbling with the lock. I opened the door to see my parents for the first time in 3 months!

I showed them around my apartment as well as told them about my hectic life in this newish town. After talking to them in my living room for several hours, we went down the street to the pancake house.

I felt like I was 5 again, going out to eat with my parents for fun.As I gave them a tour of the town, we passed by the bookstore. A weird man was looking out the window staring at us longingly.

 My mother, a book fanatic, wanted to rush in and discuss his writing with him. My dad and I, already knowing what was running through her mind, steered her away from the store and back towards the apartment.

As we walked by the fountain, we noticed a mom pulling her son out of the fountain. My parents and I begun to laugh, knowing that  I had pulled a similar stunt when I was younger as well.

As we were walking across the street, a large truck drove up and barely stopped a foot from us, lurching a bit too close for comfort.

After regaining our poise, we walked back onto the sidewalk and into the apartment. As we were opening the door, Magdalene Kitch came storming out, glaring at me as if I had just broken something important of hers.

After a snarky comment from my father under his breath, we went inside, up the backstairs, to my apartment door. We sat back down in the living room. My parents gave me this look as if I was my 10 year old self again and needed things explained to me as simplistically as possible.

 It was not like I was 24 and in medical school...They began by using the stereotypical phrase, "We need to tell you something". Well, this is great. Right after my life is becoming somewhat normal again, they are about to drop a bomb.

My father took in a deep breath and said, "you have a younger sibling".

After about a minute of silence, all I could ask was, "Where are they?"

At the same moment my dad opened his mouth to answer, we heard screaming coming from outside. Looking out the window we saw meteors crossing the sky.

We ran outside to get a better look. Standing in the middle of the street together, I knew my life was about to change again, but I knew, based on my progress of my independence so far, I could handle it.

After watching the meteor shower, we were all exhausted. We walked up the backstairs from wince we came. My parents walked into my room to go to sleep and I began to pull out the couch to sleep on.

As I did so, I noticed a newly strewn trail of golden glitter running throughout the apartment. I did not know where it was from, but I did know that this day had been filled with surprises.

It was a crazy and unexpected outcome for a day, but it contained many moments that would be savored forever, like little hidden jewels.