The Church Pt.3

"Hey wake up!" Tino was shaking me into wakefulness the next second. I opened my eyes to see Tino's eyes not more than inches away. "Wake up!" Tino continued shaking me not content with letting me wake up more steadily. I looked over to see that the girls were gone. I was wider awake then. Tino seeing me awake moved away from me to the window moonlight was fallen in given everything a blue hue. He seemed nervous and bobbed about looking to me like he were doing his best bird routine he could muster. I took a look around the room. It was the same room that I had fallen asleep in. Just like the penny that you find on the street corner dirty and greenish from years of circulation is the same as the newer penny tucked away in your pocket. It felt like I was going blind or having a really hard time focusing on my surrounding. It was the same room but older. Dirty and abandoned the room looked as if no one had been in it in more than seventy-five years. The shelves that I could have sworn held nicknacks and odd bites of the old couples life were empty or fallen down. The kitchen was empty the odd cabinet door had swung wide looking to me like empty eye sockets on a skull.