What? It’s morning already. I’m sure I just went to bed a minute ago.
Rolling over I look at the clock 7AM Tuesday Morning, I must be dreaming. How could it be 7 O’clock already? Is someone knocking at the door?
“Be right there,” I holler feebly.
I stumble to the door. Ugh, I’m not feeling well.
“W-who is it?” I stammer.
“It’s me,” says a voice on the other side of the door.
Reaching for the handle, I open the door.
“Hey there sport you look awful, did you sleep at all last night?”
“Yeah. I think so. Why do you ask?”
“Well to be honest, you look like death warmed over, are you sure you slept?”
“Yeah. I feel like crap though.”
“No offence bro, but you look like it too.” He says chuckling. “Well maybe you should get more sleep man, you look awful.”
“Give me a break I slept for twelve hours that must have been quite a party you took me to last night. Do you remember what happened?”
“What are you talking about? There was no party last night. We went to the movies watched some sort of horror movie then I dropped you off here around 6:30 last night, you were fine then.”
“I’m sure I was at a party last night. I saw Vanessa, Patty, and the hotty Linda.”
“Man, who are you talking about? You don’t know any girls much less any girls you would call ‘hot’.”
“Of course I do! I’ve had a crush on Linda for the last five years!”
Oh man, I feel dizzy... whoa I think I’m gonna fall over...
“You don’t know any girls by that na- Hey man, are you alright? Answer me!”
Whoa! I feel light. This is cool. I wonder if this is what it feels like to die. Wait a minute I’m getting hot, what’s with the sorrow, the anguish, the pain? This isn’t. No, no! It can’t be. Not Hell!