Your odd morning

With nothing better to do, and no clue what the hell was going on, you decide to succumb to your basest instincts.. and go make breakfast. Shimmying into some underwear, you make your way into the kitchen area. You take note of more lines on the inside of your other arm, and check the contents of your fridge and cabinets. The only major difference from what you remember was a healthy stock of protein powder for Julia, and a decent amount of Ali's favorite yogurt, as well as more food overall.

You decide on bacon, eggs and toast, enough for all three of you, and get to work. As you cook, you reminisce about how Julia used to try to cook for the you and some of your younger siblings on saturday mornings while your mom had to work. She was never very good at it, and eventually Ali had to kick her out of the kitchen so you and your siblings didn't have to deal with soggy bacon, burnt eggs, or runny toast. Looking back, watching them pour their heart and soul into their culinary skills, was probably when you first started to develop your crush on your sisters.

Roughly forty-five minutes after you start, the girls are rushing out of your room fully dressed for work, and obviously stressed for time. Julia slaps her bacon and eggs between some toast, kisses you on the cheek, and runs out the door. Ali is right behind her, kisses your other cheek, and tells you to make sure to take your meds. That catches you a little off guard, because you can't really remember being on any type of **** recently. She runs out the door, and just as she's about to cross the threshold, Julia bursts back in. Julia grabs the keys hanging on a hook by the front door, and they are gone just as fast as they came.

You are left alone in your apartment, with only a sense of unease and an itchy neck for company.

Just when you are contemplating what to do with your day, your phone starts ringing.