Morning all. Hit the snooze button one too many times this morning. But I am awake now and the scent of coffee is beginning to snake through the air. Let’s jump into the morning prompt and then caffeinate! Timers at the ready? Fabulous, let’s go.
This is an interesting dynamic I am not sure if I want to write this story or just take the Sean character from this. Both could be fun…
Wednesday, April 5th: I smell nutmeg.
“I smell nutmeg,” Sean said. He sniffed the air. “Definitely nutmeg. That’s it, I have a concussion for sure.”
“Because you smell nutmeg?” Cali asked.
“Or maybe I’ve had an aneurism,” Sean continued. “That could be it.”
“I think you ae meant to smell burnt toast,” Cali said. She put her finger in the book to mark the page and closed it. “How do you feel?” she asked.
“Like I have a concussion,” Sean said.
“It’s called a hangover,” Cali told him. “And if you are going to challenge Michael to a drinking contest every Friday it will be a recurring feature of your Saturday mornings.”
“I challenged …Michael?”
“Yes You challenged someone with twice your body mass who routinely drinks more in a day than you consume in a month.” Cali tilted her head to the side. “He really does have a bit of a problem.” She shook off the thought for later. “And so do you if you think you can challenge him.”
“It was Mark,” Sean said slowly pushing himself up to a sitting position. Remembering Cali’s presence, he glanced down at himself and saw that he was still dressed in his clothes. Only his shoes had been removed.
“No,” Cali said. I am pretty sure it was you who challenged Michael.” She reached over with her free hand and picked up the water glass. She handed it to him. “Drink you’ll feel better.”
“That was last night’s plan,” Sean said. He took the glass of water, drained it and refilled it from the pitcher. “If mark hadn’t…” he started and then shook his head. He drank half of the second glass of water instead of finishing the sentence.
“So this won’t become a regular occurrence?”
“No,” he told her. “Never again.”
“And you aren’t planning on dying anytime in the near future?”
“It wasn’t my intention, why?” he frowned.
“Danny said you were trying to commit suicide, that’s why I’m here. He had to leave for work but wanted someone here in case you woke up and tried something else just as stupid.”
“Oh,” Sean said. He finished his water and set the glass to the side. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. “You don’t have to worry about that.” He felt heat creep to his neck, unaccustomed to the attention. He also realized he had to use the toilet soon or his bladder would burst. The water may have helped his stomach and head but other parts of him weren’t thrilled with the additional liquid.
“Okay, then I’ll leave you. Bathroom’s over there,” she said pointing to a door on the side of the room. “And Janie’s making French toast. That’s why you smelled nutmeg.”
Ten til Midnight 