muaha well i'll decide i was just wondering what you prefered, taking them off or not
yeah in fact here's what's done so far, i just started today (is 5am right now but i don't really care)...i need a title.
EDIT: i took Katie's advice and have done some editing.
My feet fumbled for what I expected to be my soft carpeted bedroom floor. Instead, what I felt was so different it was enough to make my heavy eyelids fly up from surprise. I found myself not in my bed, not in my room, not in my home. Instead, I awoke laying on a burningly hot stone street, the sun beaming brightly overhead. I sat up, shielded my eyes, and looked around. “Where the hell am I?” I said aloud. I got up without touching the street. Dusting off my pants and shirt, I continued to look around. The area was totally unfamiliar to me. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was even in the same state anymore… The second thing to come from my mouth was “how the hell did I get here? Where is ‘here’ to be exact?” One stranger was kind enough to answer my questions. “You aren’t in Kansas anymore, Dorothy,” he said. “Then where AM I?” His answer hadn’t helped me enough. “Calm down. Ok, you want to know EXACTLY where you are? You’re in Thessaloniki.” That and the stranger was gone into the crowd. I just stood there, jaw agape, eyes watering not from fear but from utter shock. I stood like that for maybe a minute or two. After that, I just turned around and began running, swerving between startled people. I was looking for something. The only place I knew of in the city.
When I found that place by pure luck that I was closeby it, about 10 minutes had passed. I was amazed at myself for having been able to run 10 straight minutes. Panting, drenched in sweat, I pushed open the doors. I was hit with a rush of cooling air. All heads turned to me. Smiling, I just walked toward the counter, occasionally muttering a “yia-sou” (hello) to some people closeby that were staring at me. No one said anything back.
I took a seat towards the end of the bar, where there weren’t so many people. I had my head down, resting it on my folded arms, only to lift it when I heard a glass hit the counter in front of me a moment later. I forced my eyes to meet the eyes of the person that’d put the glass before me. I was amazed to find it was the man himself, the guy that owned the café/bar. I actually couldn’t believe it, but it was him…Petros.