When my eyes half-opened the next morning, I was cozily nestled between the smooth sheets. The sun poured gently through cracks in the curtains. I buried my face into the pillow, forgetting that some traces of what minimal makeup I wore were still smeared upon my eyes and lips, and breathed a sigh of endless relief. Such a nightmare. I almost believed it, too.
I tried to decide which was a better idea- staying in bed until I absolutely had to get dressed for work, or dragging myself to the kitchen to fix a much-needed big breakfast. Decisions, decisions. I rubbed my nose and sniffed, glancing at my watch as I did. And frowned. Why did it say it was one in the morning? It was far too bright outside to be so early. Darn thing had to be broken.
I realized the walls had turned green overnight. I sat up, shifting my feet and nudging against a warm mound there at the foot of the bed. An orange furry head with pointy ears turned and two green feline eyes stared back at me.
"Aw, man," I muttered. I patted my chest, felt the bump of the tracker under my shirt, and fell back against the bed. "Well, I was hopeful."
Two hours, tops, Dr. K had assured me. Just two hours, and here it was the next day! "Steven Kurzweil, you disappoint me, dearie," I said aloud. "It's eight, now. Man, I slept long. This time warp stuff must take a greater toll than I realized."
Suddenly I remembered I'd fallen asleep with my backpack in my arms. Mildly freaking, I looked at the side of the bed and found it sitting quietly there, undisturbed, next to my shoes. I made sure nothing was missing, and found everything in its proper place.
I frowned, slightly perplexed. But I hadn't taken off my shoes. Or pulled back the covers. Or intentionally set my backpack anywhere. And I wasn't the kind to wake up in the middle of the night and do it without being able to remember later.
Who cares, I thought to myself. What's important is, he let me stay here for the night. Freddie might have tucked me in for all I know. He didn't even report me. How nice of him. Not many people would do something like tha-HOLY MOSES! I'M IN 1977 WITH FREDDIE MERCURY AND I ACT LIKE I'M JUST CRASHING AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE BECAUSE I DRANK TOO MUCH THE NIGHT BEFORE! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!?! IT'S FREDDIE FREAKING MERCURY!!!! F-R-E-D-D-I-E M-E-R-C-U-R-Y!!!
It took a few minutes for me to calm down. But I would be lying if I said those few minutes didn't involve me jumping around, silently screaming my head off, and generally just bouncing off the walls in a strange mix of euphoria and anticipation and madness and pent-up energy. Come on. It had to happen sooner or later. People only take it well the whole time when the script and the director say so. This is reality.
However, I did at last get hold of myself, partly due to the funny look Oscar was giving me, but mostly because I was still weary with hunger. Jumping up and down excitedly wears thin pretty quick when that's the case. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to eat.
So I washed my face, dragged a brush through my hair (I needed a new hairstyle, this rather ambiguous one wasn't doing it for me anymore) and put my contacts back in. I licked my lips as my imagination laid out a beautiful breakfast spread. Fried eggs over-medium, with bacon and either English muffins or devastatingly rich, sugary French toast, and as a triumphant finish, fresh berries with whipped cream.
I slid the Relic into my back jean pocket. No way would I miss a call today. And just before I descended into the living room, I stopped at the closed door across the hall. Quietly I leaned forward, listening for any telltale sound. But either Freddie didn't even breathe while he slept, or he'd already gone wherever, Wessex maybe. I was pretty sure I was alone. Wasting no more time, I rushed down the stairs, Oscar bounding along behind me.
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