7:77 AM. What a lucky time, I wish my life had more of that. Or at least that's what I thought my phone said as I dropped it out of my hand for the third time in a row. As I picked up my phone, I couldn't help but feel like there was a reason I kept checking it besides the time. I figured fuck it and kept going, I needed to get home. The sun was rising and people were heading to the train station to go to work as I was taking the "walk of shame" back to my house.
For what seemed like the seventh Saturday in a row I tried to find the answers to my problems in a bottle of Hennessy. I didn't think they were there, but it didn't hurt to find out. Nothing really hurt after I reached the bottom of the bottle. Besides I couldn't bottle up my emotions in a full bottle, could I?
I chuckled to myself as I continued what felt like a seven mile walk. I don't know if I was drunk, but there was something extra vibrant about the things I saw through my eyes this morning. It was a little blurry, like I looked through the world as if I was underwater, but the beauty was there. The calmness of an early morning. It was like I watched the world yawn and open its eyes, preparing for another day of rotation. I saw the happy kids on their way to school, with their less than happy mothers struggling to keep up with them. The "Ocks", as we liked to call the middle eastern store owners, opening up the store for business today. The birds flying in flocks to wherever their freedom took them and the squirrels chasing after one another up and down trees. It wasn't often I was up at this time, so I took it for what it's worth.
After some time I found myself at my door. Damn that walk didn't feel that long once I really got into it. I opened the door and exhaled a long tired sigh. I bust out all of my clothes as if they were on fire, threw a pair of shorts on, and jumped into my bed. God... who needs anything when there's a comfortable bed to sleep in? I needed this, a final thought as I closed my eyes.
Bzz. Bzz.
It was my phone. Usually I wouldn't check it, but something told me I should. I reached to the floor on the side of my bed and grabbed it out of the pocket of my jeans. A single iMessage, I scrolled down my notification bar to avoid opening up the conversation and showing I read it, it said: "I thought you were coming over last night? I thought you said it'd be different this time. You really ain't shit."
As the liquor goggles wore off I realized it was 7:45 AM. I threw my phone, shut my eyes and exhaled one short word very long.
Fuck.
