The Mind Library

I plopped down on to the chair. I went through three more books which were mostly early childhood. One was when I was Peter Pan in the fourth grade. Another was when Mikey got picked on for believing in unicorns and I defended him. And a grandma Elena memory.
They were all nice but I’m starting to miss Frank a little. Well I have missed him for five year. I know I can see him in these memories but I’m not getting any. I walked back over to the shelf and pulled out another book. I sighed and hope it would be a Frank memory. Then it started with a flash of light.
--- Memory---
I laid in my bunk on the tour van staring up at the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep and god I wanted to so bad. We have a long day tomorrow, were playing at a festival so it’s going to be hot, messy, and crazy. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping sleep will come but didn’t.
I heard groans coming from the bunk below. Which is by the way Frank’s. I swing my head over and peeked in at him. He was groaning, kicking, and mumbling some random stuff. I jumped down and shake him awake. He wakes up panting and sweating like he just ran a marathon.
“Bad dream again.” I whispered. He nods and moves over so I can sit.
“Same dream like last time or different.” I asked rubbing his bare back.
“Same. What does it even mean?” he asked looking down in his lap.
“I don’t know. I’m heading back to my bunk if you need anything just ask.” I stood up but he stopped me.
“Can you stay with me.” he asked shyly.
“Sure.” He moves over and lies down. I lie down next to him and wrap my arms around his small body. He snuggles into me getting comfortable. Soon he was a sleep in my arms. I tried to match his steady breath and succeed. I was fast asleep then there was a flash of light.
---- End of memory----
I sigh in relief. Finally a Frank memory. I remember the next day getting weird looks from Ray, Bob, and Mikey. I chuckle at that thought. I walked over to the other shelf and place it on the top with the other six. I let out a huge yawn and decided to take a nap. I have no clue what time it is or what day it is. All I know is that I’m dead, I’m stuck in this weird library, and that this room doesn’t have a bed. Great where do I sleep now?
I walked over to the chairs and pulled out the cushions. Luckily there were four so I can make a descent size bed. I untied my shoes and pulled off my hoodie and shirt. I rolled my shirt up to make a pillow and used my jacket as a blanket.
I fell asleep fast but that was a big mistake. I dreamed that I was falling into some dark hole. At some points I would be screaming other times I’ll hear different people scream. It wasn’t those kinds of dreams that you wake up form right away. It took a while to wake up at first but when I did I had that falling feeling. You know when you are half a sleep and you dreamed you fell then when you wake up fall on your bed.
I sat up and rested my head in my hands trying to catch my breath again. When I did I got up and put everything away. When I turned around the pieces of torn paper from before where rearranged.
‘Don’t sleep.’ It simple said. I swear that always freaks me out. The random messages and stuff. You know what whatever. What isn’t weird? I sat down in the chair and smelled something delightful. I turned to the little table and in one of the mugs there was fresh coffee. Still hot thankfully. I know I should be freaked out but hey free coffee. I drank it all ignoring the burning in my throat. At the bottom of the mug was a note.
‘I hope you like coffee. You’re going to be drinking a lot.’ It read. Well good thing I do.

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