Chapter 2: Look, The Fog Is Rolling Innn.Chapter 2: Look, The Fog Is Rolling Innn... I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I was _massively_ hung over, and felt really weak. I stayed in bed most of the day, dozing on and off. I dreamed of an exotic woman who picked me up at a bar. I finally got up around five, showered, dressed, and fixed dinner. I felt a lot better after eating. I wondered what I was going to do with the rest of the night; after all, it was Saturday. I quickly checked to see if any of my favorite bands were playing close to home. Unfortunately, nobody I wanted to hear was even remotely close. Oh, well, we can always go and drink... "Daviiid... open the window in your bedroom." I blinked at the voice. It sounded as if I should know whose voice it was, but I live alone. "Pleeease ooopennn the winnndowww," the voice said again, seductively. I was sure that I was going crazy, and resolved to get out of the apartment and get some fresh air. "You must open your bedroom winndowww," were the next words I heard, and it sounded like a great idea. |