The Facility

(Copied from my messages to Dylan and stitched together here because i have to go to work so i can't rewrite it) We got there on a bus. On the way to the facility, we were stopped on the highway/freeway whatever, and i saw a separate bus stopped. There were a few people standing outside it on the road, but i saw Miguel from work and immediately recognized him. I had a conversation with my mom, who may or may not have been on the bus somewhere with me. I deadass JUST (7:09am) had and woke up from a dream where i was brought into like a jobcorp type dealio with a bunch of other women. It was like, a house. But it was full of beds and couches and bathrooms. Destiny was there with me too, and some other girls, there was this white girl whose name was similar to mine. We got in at night, so we were allowed to shower or change our clothes so we could go to bed soon. We didn't even get the chance to look around really, so i don't know how big this place was. People went one by one into the bathroom to change, destiny being one of the first, and the girl whose name was similar to mine. I had a book with me. It was a shorter one in content, bigger, floppier, so it was more than likely a used book, and the cover was drawn and kinda pretty but i don't remember it now. I tried to figure out first where i would sleep. The main area had couches. Three couches put really close together. There was one couch put towards the front "living room" space by itself, so i chose that one because i thought of all the ways that sleeping around so many people could be annoying. The girl with the similar name had on this strange shirt for the situation. It was a light to mid gray with black and red bold letters, one of those boomer humor type shirts that said something about her ass or something. I raised an eyebrow and didn't think too much of it. I put my face on the tan couch, and it was a rougher material than my own, but i sunk into it and knew that this was a good choice of a couch. I went to go change after destiny got out of one of the bathrooms (there were two bathrooms that i saw, one on either side of the space). When i got in, the fan was on, so i turned that off. Then i realized there was a TV on and it was loud and annoying, so i turned it off. It was a black box tv hanging in the corner of the ceiling, with a small textured push button in the front to turn it off I put my given pajamas on and realized that i had one of the shirts that said something odd too, and i mentioned it to someone after i left the bathroom. I think that's when i got the other girls name, and mentioned how similar it was to mine, and how weird it was that we got similar night shirts when others didn't get them. We didn't know what to make of it, so we shrugged it off. Destiny had found her place to sleep, in a bedroom somewhere with other girls and a few beds. I didn't even know we had bedrooms up until that point, but i think i did manage to catch a glimpse of one somewhere. Don't remember seeing any stairs, but i feel like there were a lot of bedrooms and more than one bed in each. I went to the kitchen and looked around to see what they had. It was stocked pretty good and neatly. The bananas were in the fridge standing up by a large egg holder type dealio, and there were a lot of bananas. Maybe about three bunches, all separated and stood upright in the holder. There was coffee i think, stuff to make it, maybe even tea, water. But when i saw the bananas, i realized that my dumbass left home AGAIN with bananas on the table, and no one had a spare key to get in and get them for me. And then everything just started to hit me. I still had my job when i left, how was i going to get paid if I'm stuck in this place? If i don't get paid, I'm going to lose my apartment while I'm gone. I wonder if i could just answer the phone for my job and they'll consider that working for the day? And i never got that whiteboard, this is terrible, why didn't i think of this sooner? I went to go text you on here. There were like two messages that you sent that i hadn't responded to yet, but i didn't have time. I tried to call you, but it declined so quickly it had me wondering if i pressed the button at all. I texted your name and sent it instead, and waited for you to answer. Then literally as soon as your icon slid to the bottom, you just started sending audio messages and pictures back to back, some of them didn't even have you in it but rather me and Destiny, one being at a museum or something in front of this humongous painting??? I tried to listen to all of these messages to figure out what the hell you could possibly be talking about when i haven't even said anything yet, and ngl it sounded like you were having a manic episode. You were talking so fast about nonrelated stuff and all i did was text your name. At the end of it all, you had texted me regular, all text no audio message, and told me thanks for coming to your guilt ramble, hope it worked. And i was confused and slightly miffed, and told myself that no, it didn't work at all because i don't feel guilty. What would i have to feel guilty for? Don't be dumb. I woke up as i was thinking that.