It was a Saturday. I could tell it was Saturday because I read the date off of a crumpled up newspaper laying on the top of the trashcan in the apartment. The apartment wasn't mine, that was for certain. In fact, the only thing that was for certain was that my head felt like someone was inflating a balloon inside my skull. The pressure was enormous and only worsened when I closed my eyes.
I started doing that thing with my tongue. You know, that sort of clicking, smacking sound you make when your mouth is really, really dry. I never understood why the entire human race does that. It doesn't make any sense. It's not as if you start randomly smacking your tongue and realize that you're parched. In fact, the whole reason you do that is because you already know you're thirsty and you're almost double checking to see if you've made some sort of mistake in your perception. They should actually come up with a name for such a racially unifying action... I'll go with smlicking for now. It sounds appropriate.
I started doing that thing with my tongue. You know, that sort of clicking, smacking sound you make when your mouth is really, really dry. I never understood why the entire human race does that. It doesn't make any sense. It's not as if you start randomly smacking your tongue and realize that you're parched. In fact, the whole reason you do that is because you already know you're thirsty and you're almost double checking to see if you've made some sort of mistake in your perception. They should actually come up with a name for such a racially unifying action... I'll go with smlicking for now. It sounds appropriate.
I scanned around the place. I was in the kitchen so I thought I should start looking around in there. In front of me was a trashcan. On top of the trash was a crumpled up newspaper. But you already knew that. The trashcan was between the refrigerator and the kitchen counter. Except for a few crumbs and some sort of sticky circle about the size of a cup it was clean. In the sink was a knife with a dried smear of peanut butter caked to one side. The counter continued to wrap around the corner of the wall until it butted up against a stove. On top of the stove was an old fashioned tea pot you might see in the movies.
Just beyond the stove was a hallway. It lead to somewhere but I wasn't sure where because I hadn't moved from the kitchen just yet. I was also still thirsty and hadn't done anything to deal with that. So, I started rummaging through the cabinets until I found an empty glass. I thought about getting water from the water dispenser built into the fridge but I decided against it. It might be cold, filtered water but it takes forever to fill your cup up and I didn't want to wait that long. Instead I filled the cup from the faucet and chugged down the whole glass. I chugged so fast that a good portion missed my mouth entirely and ran out the corners of my mouth down my neck and into the front of my shirt. I repeated this process three times before I decided to take a break. Then, I walked into the living room area of the apartment.
