The lake

“Do you remember that lake house we used to go to?” Jenna asked you. “The one where we would drink until Mike would always throw up?”

“Yeah, good times.”

“Good times,” she agreed. “Nobody is using it right now, and its been on the back of my mind for a while. I can’t get over the high of seeing someone hit their head on the table after just one round of beer pong.”

“Oh shit, I remember that? Who was it?”

“Uhhh, Mike’s girlfriend at the time,” Jenna said after a moments thought. “Don’t tell him, but I was jealous of him, she was always so nice,” she told you as if it were some huge secret.

The two of you kept reminiscing about the past for a while until your exhaustion had finally caught up to you. Jenna looked at you slumped down in your seat and told you to sleep.

“It’s gonna be a while anyways, and I’ll make sure you’re safe while you sleep. Just relax until you get there.”

And so you did. It felt like seconds after she said that your eyelids were closed shut