Day four, and just a few hundred words behind

Chapter Four
Who says you can’t re-write history?

The apartment was nice, clean, and had a lived-in look. I think I would have balked if it’d looked like a model home, but there was even a basket of yarn and some knitting needles next to the couch in the living room. Some clothes were strewn about the bedroom, though they all had that ‘brand-new, never-been-washed’ feel about them. Everything was even decorated in a style I actually liked. For a person who had never so much as spoken to me, Jason had done a good job getting to know me. I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. At least I had cable. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming in through the windows and I had a kink in my neck from slumping at an awkward angle all night. I yawned, stretched, and checked my watch. Nine in the morning. I panicked for a moment, and then remembered that I didn’t have to go in to work. I was dead. ( It was starting to have its pluses. )