Forgetful

Something is missing

Chapter 1 by protoborg protoborg

You yawn and roll out of bed. Slowly making your way over to the mirror you look at yourself. Everything is where you left it last night. You chuckle to yourself at the thought. Slowly scratching your hip, you walk into your bathroom and turn on the water in the shower. Waiting for the water temperature to get where you like it, you stand in front of the mirror and look over your body a bit more closely. "You really are not much of a morning person are you," you say to yourself as you rub more of the sleep from your eyes. Running a hand through your hair, you mentally schedule an appointment for a hair cut as your shaggy mane is getting a bit long for your tastes. You brush your teeth as the bathroom starts to heat up and the mirror gets foggy. Finished with that you rinse your mouth and head into the shower. A few minutes later you are drying off with a big fluffy towel. Just as you are about to leave the bathroom, you realize you need to pee. You sit on the toilet and let loose a stream into the water. Once finished, you flush and wash your hands.

Walking into your bedroom, you try to decide what you want to wear today. Your stomach, however, has other plans. The rumble in your belly, tells you that food is more important than clothing at the moment. You head into the kitchen and get breakfast ready. You sit at the dining room table and eat your breakfast. Once you are done, you put your dishes in the dishwasher and head back to your room to get dressed. You pull out a pair of underwear and pull them on. You pull on your pants and as you are deciding what shirt to wear, the phone rings. Pulling on a pair of socks and your shoes, you walk over and answer the phone.

"Hello?"

It's your best friend, Zack. He seems to be in some kind of hurry as he is talking very fast. You can barely understand what he is saying. When he has finished ranting about whatever it is, you assure him that you are on your way and will be there in a few minutes. He thanks you and hangs up. That is when you notice the clock. Realizing you are going to be late if you don't leave right this second, you bolt for the front door. You grab your keys, wallet, phone, Bluetooth, and watch as you pass their spot next to the door. Locking the door behind you, you head to your car and pull away from the curb.

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