The Stranger From The Past (Story Teller)

The day had started off odd. My alarm clock went off and I immediately stopped it and laid back down. Less than a minute later I had jumped up and out of bed. It was Monday. The day signified the start of another repetitive week. I'd get up, take a rushed shower, throw on work clothes, and pretend breakfast didn't matter. However, repetitive didn't make up this particular morning's feelings. .

The boring feeling of doing the same routine was only part of it. The feeling that swept over me on this particular morning was a feeling or exhaustion mixed with too much sleep. Usually I'd wake up 3 or 4 times during the night just to check the time or because I had to use the bathroom. But I had slept the whole night through. Yet, even with getting at least  8 hrs of sleep the alarm clock still seemed to go off too soon. My body still yearned for more sleep. 5 more minutes, 10 more minutes, or maybe even 15 more minutes of laying down would help. But my mind said follow the routine.

The day went by as usual until it was time for me to break. Usually I'd go home and eat junk food. In the midst of the junk I'd read blogs. If I didn't go home I'd grab food and eat in the car. On this day I broke the routine. I decided to go to a restaurant and eat there during the break. Upon ordering my food and day dreaming about how my food would taste he spoke to me.

"Hey Lashuntrice."

I'm not sure where he came from. Up until the point where I asked him his name I wasn't sure who he was. However, he was confident in speaking. He didn't hug me as if we were long lost friends. He didn't try to hold a huge conversation. All that was asked was about jobs. He asked so I asked. But I didn't know what else to say. Aside from his name I couldn't even remember him.

He was a stranger from the past.