Better just go home.

“This has been a weird day I should go home, change into normal clothes, and get some sleep. I can deal with the rest before the concert tomorrow night.” You say to yourself and head for your car. It takes a few minutes to get there and by the time you get close and pull out your keys you are feeling better. You get to where you parked your car and hear a chirp come from a rather cute olive green fiat 500 convertible with a white racing stripe, “What?” You ask the little car as you see the drivers door unlock. You pull the door open, climb in and the outline around the push button start is glowing. You push it and the little turbocharged 4 cylinder engine comes to life. As it does the infotainment screen informs you that your phone is connected and pop music begins to play. “It’s alive?” You ask then instantly feel stupid and search your little purse. Sure enough you have one of those hands free fobs with a fiat logo. “What is going on? I know this is where I parked. Who is doing this? Am I going crazy?”

You step on the clutch and ease it into gear. “Oh this is so weird. Fuck. I guess I should still just go home.” You zip into the night air and head home as you have down a hundred times before. You pull into the apartment buildings basement garage and park in your spot. But as you climb out of the car it occurs to you that you don’t in fact have a basement garage. “Wait what? Where am I?” Your head spins and you almost feel drunk. “I don’t feel so good.” You stumble to the elevator and hit the button. The door opens and you press fifteen. Moments later you exit the elevator and sort of slide along the wall dizzy. Fumbling with your keys causes a cute blonde girl to grab you and help hold you up.

“Misty I swear you need to stop getting drunk every night.”

“I know Cindy, I’m sorry I’m such a pain in the ass.” You hear yourself say with slurred words.

She helps you inside, pulls off your shoes, and puts you to bed. “Do you need me to sit with you? Are you going to be sick?”

“No. I’m fine I swear. I just need some sleep.” You lie down.

“Silly thing.” She says patting you on the head. “I’m across the hall, or text me okay.”

“I will, thank you.” You mumble then sleep overtakes you.