Travelers

4:02am

            I wake up to the same dry buzzing every morning; do the same shit every day. It’s never interesting either. All I do is run at nonsense hours of the morning and go to my cubical with the same irritating people that suck the life out of me. But, you know what? Today is different. You want to know why? I bought a new tie with blue stripes on it, fancy right? I’m going to wear it to my hell hole today.  

I drag my feet into the kitchen and open the fridge. Nothing in there but an expired yogurt, two eggs and an apple. I nibble on the apple as I make my way to the bathroom and hop in the shower. I like letting the hot water graze my flesh. I lean against the wall with my eyes closed, tired but aware. Sometimes I like standing there imagining I’m on a private island, sitting on the beach without a care in the world. I come back to reality and dry myself off, look down at my feet impressed and wrap a towel around my waist. I head to my room slip on some sandals and go out to the balcony for some fresh air. It’s not much of a view but I’ve got the best one in the building.

I go back and change into a pair of slightly worn sweats and a muscle tee. I grab my keys, lock the door behind me and start my jog down the stairs. This is the highlight of my day. I get to see the sunrise every morning; I think everyone should experience this at least once in their life, soaking in the beauty of nature. I jog all the way to Burbon Street and back around to the apartments. I can taste the salty toxins sliding down my face. I put the key into the lock struggling to open it. I bend down to take a closer look then… nothing.  Everything is black. I feel like my temples are going to burst out of my skin, why am I in so much pain? I open my eyes as if I just came out of the womb. I’m sitting in some type of waiting room but no one’s there. I look over to my right and there’s a door slightly cracked open. I stumble over my feet as I get up but I pull myself together quickly. I peak around the door to an empty room and-

“Ah Bruce! You’re awake.”

I jump and turn around with my guard up, “Who are you? What do you want?”

“I want to offer you a promotion.”

“Yeah? And I want to get out of here.”

He takes a step forward with his hands behind his back.

“Stop!” I commanded. He puts his hands up in surrender.

“I just want to inform you that you have been chosen to be a traveler.”

“A traveler? What the hell is that?”

“A time traveler.”

I look at him sarcastically laughing, “A time traveler! Do I look like Joseph Gordon- Levitt to you?”

“I’m serious.” He says with a straight face.

I started to take what he was saying into consideration but I had to see it. You know, I might have been snatched by a serial killer, but, it's more interesting than my cubical.