You woke up covered in sweat. The sun was shining through slips in the broken blinds. You covered your eyes and lied back down. You rolled over and your eyes fell on the clock your mom had insisted on installing on top of your dresser. 9:15.
You shook your head. The batteries must have ran out and you never noticed before. You closed your eyes and tried to remember your dream. The one with a shirtless Channing Tatum. An image finally came – professor Tabund. Your eyes jolted open once again.
You sat up and watched the clock. It was moving. The batteries were still functioning. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table. You tried to open it, but the screen stayed the same. You remembered something about trying to put it in charge last night. You looked up at the clock. You breathed for one second then scrambled to the closet. You tried to pull on your pair of jeans, but your jammies were on the way. You undressed and redressed.
You threw water on your face. Perhaps you can skip brushing your teeth. You breathed on your hands. Yep, you smelled like a broke alcoholic. You grabbed your toothbrush but there was no toothpaste. You forgot to get some yesterday. You opened the cabinet and gargled some mouth rinse.
You grabbed your purse and ran out the house. You locked the front door. The elevator was still broken so you walked down five flights of stairs to the parking garage. When you got next to your car, you reached for the keys. You turned your purse over. They were not in there. You ran back up the stairs and into the house. You searched in your bedroom, in the living room, in the bathroom, and in the kitchen. With an exasperated sigh, you threw your purse on the floor. The keys clanged as they hit the ground. You grabbed them and ran out the house. You locked the front door and went down the stairs.
Mrs. Balt was in front of the building when you got outside. Forgetting her daily morning walk with her walker and her chihuahua, she knocked on your window to invite you to her book club meeting because your mother told her you liked books.
It took you ten minutes to get on the expressway. You drove more than twenty miles over the speed limit and almost crashed into a minivan. There was a broken-down car blocking your exit, so you took the next one and had to make a full circle back. When you got to the campus, parking lot 1,2,3,4 were full. You found an empty spot on the other side of campus.
You ran to class and got there covered in sweat. You stood at the corner, catching your breath. You braced yourself and opened the first door. The room was empty. You walked out and that was when you noticed on the second door, a note with professor Tabund’s signature.