Is It Live Or Is It Subconscious?
Part
5
I woke up somewhat groggily, the way I usually do after spending a grueling hour in my subconscious. The clock on the wall read midnight and the boxes around me read a long night of catch-up work tomorrow. "Jerry?" I called. "You okay?"
Jerry's curly head appeared from behind a stack of boxes a few feet away "Yeah, I think," came the reply. "Head hurts."
"You'll have this after trying to cram two real people into one subconscious mind," I said. I paused, then asked, "That happened, didn't it? We nearly bought it on that one."
"Well...yeah, it happened, but I think we were safer than we thought we were," he replied.
"I think we were closer to getting killed than we're letting ourselves believe," I returned.
"Me, too."
Then, again, if we were, I don't wanna think about it. Alan is a scary thing, I decided mentally. "How's Alan?" I asked.
"Sulking," Jerry replied. "How's Naomi?"
"Suffering," I grinned. "And see how happy I am? Never let it be said that I, Daina Threats, go back on my word." Jerry grinned back and I tossed him a box and a roll of tape. "Let's finish up."
"Wait...one more game of pinball," he said.
I gave him a withering look. "That's it. Fuck this. We're leaving," I said, grabbing my keys and jacket.
"What?" he asked.
"Out!" I demanded, throwing him his things. "We leave now or I kill you myself...!"