For
the past three days Alice had been feeling uneasy. She felt like she
was being stalked or watched but she couldn't see anyone at all. She
went about her work at the diner, always keeping an eye around her.
She couldn't shake that feeling, like the hairs on the back of your
neck sensing that someone is watching you.
Kelly's
Diner was busy as the lunchtime crowd were beginning to show up.
There were four of them on duty at this moment and the cook in the
back was rockin' out to the beat, the radio blasting away as he
prepared today's special. Alice began refilling the coffee but the
urn was empty. She had a little trouble opening the coffee bag and
ended up ripping it in half, spilling coffee onto the floor. A couple
of the lads at the counter began to clap.
"You
okay, Alice?" asked Connie. Connie had been working here for the
past year. "You seem out of it today."
"Yeah,"
Alice replied as she picked up the broom and a dust
pan.
"Just tired I guess."
"Me
too," Connie replied. "I couldn't get to sleep last night.
You ever have one of those recurring dreams?"
Alice
paused for a moment. Something that Connie said made her think. She
realized that for the past week now she wasn't having any dreams.
None at all, and that was funny since most everyone can remember little
aspects of their dreams.
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