'switchblade pho ne c al l'
i was having one of those dreams where things going on around while you sleep are playing a part. the phone began to ring. in my wonderland i answered it. nobody was on the other line but the phone was still ringing. finally, after all of my frustrating i wake up. slide out of bed onto the floor and answer the phone properly. "hello?" i asked. "im sorry, i didnt mean to awaken you." said the voice. "i wasn't sleeping." i didnt want the voice to know i slept until four o'clock p.m. it's like one of those things where you want people to know you live a more productive life instead of loafing all day.
"who is this?" i questioned. "im sorry, where is my mind? this is harriet. we met the other night. marcus introduced us." i was a little confused at first. then it hit me. i drank so much that night. "harriet, of course i remember you." barely. "uhm.. so, how are you?" again, a very unique question i ask. "i'm just fine. the reason i was calling for was to remind you that we were to meet later this evening at the union street market." she said. i laughed. "harriet, i was going to call and remind you. i didn't want you backing out on me." i had no clue of what she was talking about.
"i have to get ready real quick. i'm sure you do as well. so i dont want to keep you." i said. "oh no, thats ok i have already changed and i used the toilet when i was talking to you a few minutes ago. that's why i left early lastnight. my stomach hasn't seen the brightest of days in the past week." thats disgusting i thought to myself. i sat up in my bed with my mouth open and my eyebrows arched in shock. "harriet can i call you back?" i asked. i hung up the phone. i rubbed my face. i wanted to hit marcus. lady unluck. i really shouldn't drink so much i thought. i went back to sleep. i am hoping somebody else will be on the other end of the phone.
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"who is this?" i questioned. "im sorry, where is my mind? this is harriet. we met the other night. marcus introduced us." i was a little confused at first. then it hit me. i drank so much that night. "harriet, of course i remember you." barely. "uhm.. so, how are you?" again, a very unique question i ask. "i'm just fine. the reason i was calling for was to remind you that we were to meet later this evening at the union street market." she said. i laughed. "harriet, i was going to call and remind you. i didn't want you backing out on me." i had no clue of what she was talking about.
"i have to get ready real quick. i'm sure you do as well. so i dont want to keep you." i said. "oh no, thats ok i have already changed and i used the toilet when i was talking to you a few minutes ago. that's why i left early lastnight. my stomach hasn't seen the brightest of days in the past week." thats disgusting i thought to myself. i sat up in my bed with my mouth open and my eyebrows arched in shock. "harriet can i call you back?" i asked. i hung up the phone. i rubbed my face. i wanted to hit marcus. lady unluck. i really shouldn't drink so much i thought. i went back to sleep. i am hoping somebody else will be on the other end of the phone.
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