He sat there, looking out the window at the wasted sun rise. Damnit, he thought, why am I even here? This man, Nathan, was stuck doing what he did everyday: Mundane tasks suited for his position as a corporate zombie. He knew why he was here. Nathan was a 28 year old man, tall, not too skinny, not too fat, on a good day attractive, with a scraggly beard, and no ambition. It started with the low GPA, then the mediocre college, then the parties, then the girls, oh the girls, and the graduating averagely, and then settling. Settling into his crappy one bedroom apartment, settling for his bitchy girlfriend, and settling for a position a brain dead monkey could do.
He had the same routine, day after day. Get up turn on the TV and not watch it, make an egg and toast, cup of coffee, dark, and get dressed, and take the bus. Everyday. No change. After work he went to the gym: Light cardio, and some abs usually. Then home, kissed his girlfriend, sex once a month, dinner, and then lights out. Weekends were a cycle of not waking up, and going back to sleep. Sleep was the best. He could dream of what he wanted, what he wants, and not of what he has. So when, in the middle of May, on a Tuesday, the first change occurred, you could imagine he thought he was sleeping.
It started out normally. The egg and toast, the news, the bus. When he got off the bus he saw it. Police, firemen, ambulances, all outside of his office. He saw smoke, and thought the best. He saw a guy and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What happened here?" Nathan questioned.
"A car. Crashed right through the front window. Exploded. No one inside though." The man said. Nathan could barely hold his excitement. He turned around, and thought for a second. This must be a sign, from God or Buddha or something. His cell phone beeped, and he looked at it. 1 missed call. Unknown. He hit redial and heard a voice, which seemed not man or woman, a weird mix of both.
"Hello Nathan. It seems you saw the office. From yours truly." Nathan could almost sense the man smile.
"Who is this?" Nathan asked.
He had the same routine, day after day. Get up turn on the TV and not watch it, make an egg and toast, cup of coffee, dark, and get dressed, and take the bus. Everyday. No change. After work he went to the gym: Light cardio, and some abs usually. Then home, kissed his girlfriend, sex once a month, dinner, and then lights out. Weekends were a cycle of not waking up, and going back to sleep. Sleep was the best. He could dream of what he wanted, what he wants, and not of what he has. So when, in the middle of May, on a Tuesday, the first change occurred, you could imagine he thought he was sleeping.
It started out normally. The egg and toast, the news, the bus. When he got off the bus he saw it. Police, firemen, ambulances, all outside of his office. He saw smoke, and thought the best. He saw a guy and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What happened here?" Nathan questioned.
"A car. Crashed right through the front window. Exploded. No one inside though." The man said. Nathan could barely hold his excitement. He turned around, and thought for a second. This must be a sign, from God or Buddha or something. His cell phone beeped, and he looked at it. 1 missed call. Unknown. He hit redial and heard a voice, which seemed not man or woman, a weird mix of both.
"Hello Nathan. It seems you saw the office. From yours truly." Nathan could almost sense the man smile.
"Who is this?" Nathan asked.
