June 20, 2027

From sweet dreams of Morpheus, I was pulled out not less pleasant sensations. That gently caressed the head of my penis. I did not open my eyes, thinking that it was still a dream that it was better not to interrupt.

But gradually, awareness of reality brought me to senses. And in a few moments he lifted his eyelids.

The sun was just rising outside the window, so the twilight reigned in the bedroom. I remembered that I was with Rita, and her light breathing warmed her shoulder.

Stop!

The woman is sleeping next, then who? ..

Sharply rising, threw back the blanket and saw Michael leaning over my groin.

“Oh, you woke up,” he smiled, playing with his hand with my dick. - Although when you were sleeping, it was more interesting.

- You're dead!

“Yes, I know,” he said calmly, and slowly began to approach me. - It's your fault.

And when he was nose to nose with me, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. At the same time, his face turned gray, black circles appeared under his eyes, and his pupils rolled up, leaving only white empty corneas.

A cry of horror burst from my throat by myself, and I jumped on the bed again. But this time in reality.

- What? - scared asked Rita, who was sitting nearby.

- Nothing - just a nightmare.

Head buzzed like a ship before sailing. It was necessary to drink, or pills, or something more pleasant.

- Maybe Mom can calm you down? - Rita playfully got on all fours. - I just wanted to wake you up with a morning blowjob.

“No,” I threw away the blanket and stood up. - Sorry, I have to go.

- How so? - It seemed that she was offended, like a little girl, but the next moment she laughed loudly. - Sorry, for the moment it seemed that I was in a fairy tale. Reality, yes, she is.

I looked at her suspiciously, continuing to dress.

- Do not look like that. Last night was beautiful. I hope it will happen again, ”she replied. - We are both adults. There can be nothing more.

“I didn’t want this morning to begin this way, really,” leaned over her. “Sorry, but I have to do something.”

“All so mysterious,” she leaned forward, and we kissed. - It turns me on.

- I have your number. I'll call.

- I'll call you, and just try not to answer.

I grinned at this ironic reproach and headed for the exit.

“Close the door behind me.” You are welcome. I do not want something to happen to you.

***

I always liked the morning city. That time, when the cool air has not yet had time to get rich with bitterness and automobile exhaust. When people just wake up and, getting out of their cozy holes, someone wanders where. And I look at their sleepy faces and feel a certain satisfaction that I am already alert and full of energy, and someone is like a faded snail.

I liked that the city was almost empty early in the morning. The sun rays slowly move from roof to roof, but the night lights and do not think to give up.

But now everything was different. I was not pleased with the sun, who strove to blind, did not like the air, which turned out to be quite cool. And people looked like a flock of stupid sheep, slowly moving forward, but not allowing themselves to overtake.

The day did not ask from the beginning.

- How are you?

A sudden question made me flinch. Turning, he saw a short, swarthy guy with short, black, as pitch, hair. He was wearing a dark green windbreaker and worn jeans.

- You to me?

- Well, who else?

He walked alongside, so my question was really stupid.

- We are strangers.

- You are mistaken, I know a lot about you. I can start with the name ...

- The name is not such a secret.

“Whom I do,” the guy shrugged.

- Who are you?

I stopped abruptly, and immediately a couple of people flew at me.

“Sorry,” I held out their evil looks, then turned back to the guy. - What do you want?..

But he simply disappeared. Looked unknown as the water sank.

“I hate this day,” I mumbled and moved home.

***

The first thing I felt when I entered the apartment was the smell of corruption.

“It would have smelled like you, if I hadn’t pulled you out.”

A familiar and frightening voice came from the kitchen.

"And why is it always there?"

- There is something to drink.

I, without razuvayas, went there.

- Read my thoughts?

Someone in black freely stretched out in a chair, leaning against a wall.

- You can say so.

- And you can speak more clearly.

Fear, as such, is almost gone. This one was a creature mystical, fantastic. But he did not wish me harm, on the contrary, he returned life.

“Your story ended too quickly.” I wanted to continue.

- Can already explain what is happening?

The unknown turned around and sat right in front of me.

- The specific question is the specific answer.

I gritted my teeth from annoyance.

- What's happening?

“Hm,” he thought for a moment. - A life.

- Could you specify.

- I said a specific question ...

- Yes, yes, a specific answer.

“So ask what exactly interests you.”

- Well, - I tried to collect my thoughts, but the needle was again thrust into the brain.

“Have a drink,” he poured two glasses of whiskey.

I immediately drained it, the interlocutor did the same.

- Easier?

- Yes a little. How do you know about pain?

“I know everything about you from birth.”

- It doesn't make sense to ask who you are?

- You still will not understand or refuse to believe.

- God or the Devil? Or maybe the alien supermind driving the Masons?

“I like your sense of humor coming back.” I am the first, the second, and the third.

- Yeah, really, incredible.

- I told.

“Okay,” I thought again. “Then tell me where do I get these headaches from?” Is it payback for immortality?

- Not. This is all he does.

- Who?

- The one you met today early in the morning.

- Boy? - I asked in surprise. - In dirty clothes?

- Yes, it was he. But don't worry, now he's not here.

- In terms of?

- In direct.

- Oh yes, I'm sorry. A specific question ... Was he in my apartment?

- He is often here. But you won't notice him if he doesn't want it.

- What nonsense? Is this guy also some kind of "mystical"?

- And this you yourself must decide. Turn on the news.

- Again, your riddles, - I was annoyed, but did not cross the stranger and fulfilled the request.

On the main channel was an emergency release. They told about the murder that happened today. I already wanted to turn to the interlocutor, as I was attracted by the emerging photos. They were Frank and Laura.

"... found in the trash container, near the nightclub ..."

"... according to preliminary data, they were killed this morning ..."

- And how to understand this? - turned to the stranger, but he was no longer there. - Well.

I sighed wearily and went to the curtain window.

"We need to think the day has just begun."

But it was enough to open the golden matter, as bright red rays poured into the kitchen. I could not believe what I saw before me.

"Sunset? But how?"