I gasped loudly grabbing the notebook as I stood, I did this in one motion, creating enough commotion to knock the pencil off the desk and grab my parents' attention. As I turned towards my closed door, it slammed open, my father staring back at me with a worried expression, “Are you alright?” I only gave a short nod, turning the notebook around to show him the page I had just drawn. “Wow, that’s really good, so good in fact I recognize the building.” The drawing was a short brick building with a clock above the door. Although the sketch was in pencil, my father was correct, it was almost an exact replica of the local library. Though something seemed different, I was unable to put my finger on it. “Oh, what is that” my father pointed to a telephone style pole behind the building, “there's has never been a pole anywhere near the library.”

I shook my head, “No idea, I just drew it based off memory, I mean I didn’t even mean to draw the library.”

“How odd, well I’ll leave you to it if you're not dying,” my father turned, continuing out of the room, closing the door behind him. I returned to my desk and grabbed my laptop off the shelf beside the desk. I plugged the laptop into a cord that came out of a circular hole in my desk, slowly opening it. Once it was opened, I placed my hand onto the power button, watching as the screen went from black to bright blue with a loading symbol in the center. After the screen was done loading, I opened the browser, looking for photos of our local library. It took a minute for the browser to load, but it quickly showed a multitude of pictures once it did. I looked through the photos searching for the pole like structure in each, but all I could find was a website that stated telephone poles would be added around our town to allow us to have connections to other places around the world. “Odd,” I murmured, “I couldn’t have possibly known about the telephone poles.” Though, I just shrugged it off moving onto something else to keep me busy.

After a few hours of hopping between different activities, it was time for dinner. I sat down at the wooden table, placing my plate onto the woven tablemat. Tonight, we were having a shrimp Alfredo, and the smell was truly something to die for but, I was definitely more excited for the mashed potatoes and gravy. Normally shrimp and mashed potatoes wouldn't pair well together, but to be honest I could eat mashed potatoes with any meal. Especially when you can make gravy out of almost anything, tonight it was a shrimp gravy made with; four slices of bacon, two pounds of small raw, peeled shrimp, one and one-half chicken stock or broth and a collection of other minor ingredients like; cornstarch, unsalted butter, green onions, celery, garlic cloves, Cajun, kosher salt, and black pepper. I have worked hard to memorize each recipe by heart, and it surely pays off some days.

Dinner really was not interesting, we sat around the large table, and ate our food in silence. It was almost as if there was a wall between us, and we were eating in separate rooms instead of being less than a foot away from one another. Truthfully, I would prefer that over awkwardly staring at each other from across a table. I made sure to finish quickly so I could be excused from the dinner table and hang out in my room instead. Although once I escaped to my room, I made the mistake of lying in bed, so instead of getting anything else accomplished, I rested my eyes, and before I knew it, fell asleep.