When Keith woke up he felt still drunk. Or more hungover, maybe anxious he wasn't sure. But when got up at the edge of his bed it seemed like water slowly sloshed around in his head. That Max guy can drink. He was trying to remember the acronym, mouthing out syllables OMG IDK. He got up unsteadily and poured himself some water.
He felt in that minute close to Cal. Close to Marianna, this city had to be where they were. Just a matter of finding out where or when.
He gargled the water and spat it out in the sink.
"Fuck"
He massaged his forehead closing his eyes. He didn't want to be awake right now. He realistically could go back to sleep, he didn't have a job. But the routine was important now he had to walk. Not too far, just before breakfast 15 min. He missed the
routine
of
Spacecity
. He missed a lot of things there.
The walk was routine he had two loops. The long one, or the short one. Today when he trudged along the sun shining much brighter than he remembered he noticed a house. This house had a pristine garden, he must have walked by it everyday, but today in the sun it was perfect. All the plants were the same height, all the colors equally spaced out. But today what struck him as weird was how blue it was. The house was the largest blueist thing he'd ever seen.
So he stood there on the corner for almost 1 minute in awe. Until an older man shuffled by "Take a picture it would last longer! HA!".
