"You're late again Jim." Dave, my supervisor, said.
I rushed through the automatic sliding doors of the office supply store, where I worked.
"I know, I'm sorry, it wont happen again sir." I said, catching my breath.
"It is happening again. It's happening right now, Jim." God I hated when he called me Jim.
"I'm sorry but if I could explain..." I hurried.
"No, you cant, you're fired." He retorted with a snarl in his voice.
Jesus fucking Christ, this piece of shit couldn't give a fuck about me, and he made no attempt to hide it. I stood dumbfounded, watching my overweight, bald, pig of a supervisor casually walk away from me with not a care in the world.
I said nothing as I left my employee vest, that I had just put on, on the floor and exited the building. I headed towards the same bus stop that I had just come from and sat on the vacated bench with a slump. God my life was turning into shit, community college dropout, fired from four jobs and counting. I mused with myself, at least I didn't have any family to let down. I remembered my carefree childhood back at the orphanage, those where the days.
Suddenly the next bus arrived; jumping onboard I dropped my change in the teller.
"You're a dollar short, son." The driver explained to me.
"Oh no, could you help me out please? I've had a hell of a day." I pleaded.
"Sorry, I don't make the rules." He exclaimed.
He handed me back my change, as I got off the empty bus with a sigh. What a day, I thought. I was going to have to walk back to my apartment in the hot morning sun, fantastic.
I had been walking for about five minutes when I heard my phone ring.
"Hello?" I stopped and answered.
"Hey babe." The sweet voice on the other end replied.
"Oh hey Vicky." I answered.
"I told you not to call me that, I can't get the babysitter from Fairly Odd Parents out of my mind." She giggled.
I laughed, "Children of the Nickelodeon generation I guess."
"Yeah, parenting was overrated anyway. You at work?" she asked.
I explained what happened to her, how the bus was running late and Dave didn't hesitate to fire me, and now how I was short of change for the bus.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry. Anything I can do?"
"No, its fine. I'm four blocks away from my apartment anyway" I dismissed.
"Did you want to get dinner tonight?" Victoria suggested.
I was about to keep walking when I looked up in the direction I was headed. I blinked a few times as I felt my vision blur. I walked forwards slightly but stopped when I saw a bright light just up ahead. Blinking harder, I tried to get rid of it. But the more I blinked the closer it came. It continued to approach. It was gaining speed.
"Do you?" I heard my girlfriend still on the phone.
"Uhhhhh" I could feel myself slurring my words.
"You okay?" she asked, sounding alarmed.
But I couldn't reply, the great light was getting really close. It came closer and closer. I was panicking, not sure what was happening. I felt my legs getting weak. The light crashed into me, throwing me to the ground. Hitting my head on the concrete, I was knocked out.
I woke up in a hospital bed. Groggily opening my eyelids I glanced around the room.
"Nurse he's awake." I recognized Tori's voice echo out.
I saw her sitting in the chair next to the bed looking very worried. I smiled at her, a little confused by the whole situation. I relaxed my eyes and gently passed out.
I awoke in what seemed to be the middle of the night, with an unbelievable headache. I lazily looked around for the nurse call button. Eventually finding it, I pushed it and waited.
About two minutes later she arrived.
"Hello?" the woman almost questioned.
"Hi, could I get some pain killers? My head is pounding." I requested.
"Oh you're awake, let me get the doctor." She hurried out of the room.
The doctor came strolling into the room.
"Hello James how are you feeling?" He asked, whilst checking the machines I seemed to be hooked up to.
"Yeah fine really, I just have a headache."
"Well no wonder, you had quite a nasty fall this morning." He said in a soothing tone. "Now Mr. Holiday you had, from what we can tell, an epileptic episode, has this happened to you before?"
"No, never." I replied with a hint of concern in my tone.
"Well, random occurrences can happen so there is no need to worry. You should get some rest, I'll check on you in the morning, but thankfully, by the looks of things you will be fine to go home tomorrow." The doctor reassured me before exiting the room.
The nurse came back into the room with a small cup of pills and a glass of water, she handed them to me with a smile. She was quite a beautiful black woman, with by the looks of things, a wonderful body underneath her white nurse uniform. As she turned around to leave the room, I couldn't help but think about her ass.
Boy, I wish she would lift that skirt so I could see that ass.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when the nurse stopped, and as if reading my mind, lifted her skirt to reveal her shapely behind which was barely covered in pink lace panties. She stood there motionless for a while before I began fantasizing.
Oh I beg you to bend at the waist and pull those panties down.
I started to go into shock when again she did as I thought and pulled her underwear down exposing her bare vagina to me. I began to panic and thought about if I was going crazy.
This is a dream.
I thought to myself.
Just fix yourself up and go back to work.
Again she did as I thought and left the room. I quickly rolled over and pretended that didn't happen. Surely I hadn't suffered brain damage or something had I? She did as I thought. Could just one episode turn you into a mental patient? She was cute though. I laughed at how crazy I must sound and before long I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the nurse from last night was in the room with another. They were talking in a hushed volume, and clearly hadn't seen that I had arisen.
"I had the weirdest dream last night." The black nurse said.