It's nice to be awakened by fan breeze on your balls, even when you don't remember falling asleep or coming home and taking off most of you clothes...or ever buying a fan.
"You awake now?"
I thought it had been dream but it wasn't. There she was, last year's model, sitting on the floor in her panties and my Appetite for Destruction t-shirt, going through my records. Her hair was still shower wet. I sat up. My head felt like it was filled with thick, shit bricks.
"Did you clean up in here?"
"Was like this when we got here, Cochise. You keep a nice place."
"What time is it?"
"Almost eight."
"Fuck."
I stood up and hobbled to the fridge. Grabbed some water. It was then I noticed, my place was bigger and nicer, with better furnishings.
"It's a shame that Lunch Co let you go. It's seems like you were doing pretty good for yourself. You didn't have any of this stuff before I left town."
I took my water and sat, in a really comfortable chair in the corner.
"That's not a real Eames?"
I had no idea. I'd never seen it before today.
"Knock off."
I don't know why it didn't freak me out, all the stuff and Zaley. Everything in my apartment was was different and it was fine with me. It seemed...right.
"Can we go for Mexican Martinis?"
My phone buzzed and vibrated on the counter. I knew it was my phone because Zaley handed it to me. I had text: See you in the morning - Luna.
"Drinks sound brilliant."