After that I tried to call Walter but was secretly kind of glad when he didn’t answer. I had been feeling weird all day, almost as if I was hung-over from the intensity of last night’s events. To be fair, the entire week had been pretty draining and I ended up passing out just before 9:00 p.m. while watching Let’s Plays on YouTube.
Thankfully, that night I slept like a rock and didn’t have a single dream that I could recall. I woke up Sunday morning actually feeling pretty good. Walter finally called me back that afternoon and I apologized for being a pretentious dick. We went and saw some awful action movie but I didn’t mind. It was honestly kind of nice to be watching a film that I knew was just a movie.
Sitting there in the theater and laughing my ass off at the unintentional comedy unfolding on screen, I finally started to feel like it was actually over. My brush with darkness had been just that and nothing more. I knew I was lucky to have skirted so close to danger and lived to tell the tale. But now, it was done. It was time for me to return to my boring old regular life.
Then came Monday. I knew it was going to be a weird day when I stepped outside and felt how unseasonably chilly it was. I tried to shrug it off, chalking the cold up to nothing more sinister than global warming but there was this strange nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I couldn’t shake…