The Journal

A wake-up call from a doctor jolts Me up from a deep sleep and it seems like I’ve been injured. The doctor says "it's your communal joint" the nurse that has been standing in the corner seemingly watching, waiting for Me to wake up begins the procedures once I sit up.

listening but not understanding what the doctors saying during this, the woman nurse seems extremely familiar, but her hair hangs in front of her face like a blur from a cop show and she turns to leave in a direction that removes any risk of me seeing any of her defining features before she's gone and as soon as she steps through the doctors office doors she becomes dissolved in the light as if walking into thin air, physically.

The doc says "well there isn't much remedy but now that we're alone I've got an experiment I've been working on if you're interested?" I say, "I'm going to have to get some more information than that" and before I can finish my sentence, he's holding out a little black book in his hand as he stares into my eyes and waits until I reach back and grab it before he explains a little bit more.

"You will be rewarded as long as you use this for its purpose," says the doctor as he turns towards his desk the way doctors always do and I stare at this little black book in confusion, "You'll figure it out, just make sure you use this book and understand it so that I don't regret sending you back with it" the doctor states as he turns back and pushes me down to lie down on the bed but it disappears before I hit it and my body slams against a comfortable bed with excessively female covers, complete with a pretty girl that wakes to the commotion.

She snorts while wiping the drool off her cheek, “you want breakfast?” she asks seemingly out of habit, “what are my options?” “Pancakes it is.” She states as abandoning me in the bed. This is the perfect opportunity to explore this little black book that has been digging into my back. I need to find a pen.

Not sure what to do here…

Suddenly without me writing anymore, within the margin of the lined page appears ‘$100’ I’m suddenly inspired to write a couple more words down.

I woke up at Kaitlyns again,

Then I waited a few seconds and faintly ‘$5.00’ appears in the margins hardly expected, but somehow disappointing? I don’t understand the value of these and am I even getting this hypothetical money? I can’t help having frustrating feelings towards .5% value for the same number of words.

I love How tidy girls keep their rooms, I’m not sure if I even own a pen in my bedroom.

As somewhat of a test the’$50’ that appears excites me to jump back into writing in the book and we’re off to the races.

I know how she feels about me…

“PANS HOT!” Kaitlyn yells from the kitchen down the stairs as if she knows I’m getting into the personal stuff, so it startles Me, and I yell back “Alright I’m up! be down in a second!”

…and I might keep her around because of that ‘$500.’

Whoa, five hundred? that was apparently a good one…

She makes pancakes exactly how I like them. ‘$50’

This must be what writers block feels like, I joke to myself over and over for what seems like five minutes.

I think her favorite food is Chicken Parmesan, but I’m not sure. ‘$1,000’

I also think people watch movies lazily and that takes away from the experience. ‘$5’

Kaitlyn yells again “come on sleepyhead there’s a few ready, get em’ before they’re cold.”

I quickly pull on the jeans I left bundled up on the floor tucking the little black book into the back left pocket, and leave the shirt off because I’ve only had Abs for about six weeks, and I know it teases her a bit… should I write that down? ...I’ve got to get to these pancakes.

Over breakfast, she asks if I want to join her on her plans today, but I can hardly hear what she’s saying because all that’s going through my mind is what is the value system with this book? What should I write next? She finishes serving Me pancakes and exits to the washroom which gives me the perfect opportunity to get a few sentences in without being caught.

I spilled syrup on my pants while eating these immaculate Pancakes ‘$25.’

I need to get the recipes secret before…

Kaitlyn comes back into the Kitchen and I panic to put the book away, I wasn’t caught but for the first time this morning she’s fully caught my attention. “so, what do you think? The farmers market is the only thing open this early on a Saturday lets go?” "Sure” I reply in a panic and she celebrates like a little kid going to the carnival.

…she says the secret is just whisking the batter by hand. ‘$50’

This farmers-market smells like flies and I think my car is stuck in our muddy parking spot ‘$100’

Kaitlyn’s gone to wait in line for the tickets she said I can wait back here because I was grumbling about the line, she’s a good girl, this is just some of the most date-y type stuff I’ve done, ever. ‘$5,000”

Holy shit! Five Gs?

She’s getting close to the front now I think I should just suck it up and join her in line now. ‘$15’

It’s becoming a little disappointing getting anything under one hundred anymore like a game I feel like I’m getting the hang of but I’m not sure. I throw the book into my car that I’ve been writing on the roof of and join Kaitlyn in line and have a great time at the farmers market together.

The farmers market was fun, we return with a healthy number of apples and a clean car, it handled the mud fine just gave a good reason to use the free wash ticket from my last oil change. ‘$100’

We kissed in the car wash but for some reason I want to keep that a secret from this mystery journal.

I know she loves me, and I’m worried I keep her at arms reach because of that. ‘$3,000’

I need to tell her I love her too. ’$10,000’

So I closed the book and I did.