Jon jolted awake rubbing his cold blue eyes which had a dark undertone once again. Sleep has been eluding him like a smart mouse as it escapes the depths of a cat's claw. The woman resting between his warm hands, and legs was sleeping. Woman apparently liked their beauty sleep. Her name was probably similar to one of the many other woman he found himself in company with almost every other night. She was a client's relative.  Her dyed sunlight blonde locks expressed that the woman thought herself classy.<span style="font-style: italic"> Was classy still classy if you slept with a slimy lawyer? </span><br/><br/>He moved his long arms from around the rather slim sunlight skin woman. Woman were like a fine dose of sunlight. The intensity changes everyday, and it never rises, or falls at the same time.  This one would be like that sunrise that starts slow but slowly intensifies till it blinds the eyes, and makes an instinctive need to saunter back inside the cave of a home. A feeling lurked inside his stomach like poison. A poison that was not just satisfied by giving a quick death.  He tried to shake the feeling off by distracting himself with a waft of a coconut smell from an air freshener. At least, the air smelled better than the woman next to him.<br/><br/>He stood up beside his bed grabbing the blanket that had just covered half his body, and place it neatly over the empty space beside the sunlight woman. After, his long athletic like feet, tanned from having Canadian skin , entered a large bathroom. There was a large clear mirror that spanned the right side wall of the bathroom like some sort of mirror from a fancy casino. A lengthy  counter rested underneath the mirror made of marble, and tiny sparkles of sapphire, adorning the counter was a sink made of silver that had the common Knick knacks prepared for both men, and woman. Did having woman Knick knacks in his bathroom make him weird? A hot tub decorated in a white marble covered the left corner of the bathroom nearest the door. Candles, roses, and oil surrounded the tub. On the left wall was a rectangular shower that had tiles in ocean like colors on the wall. All in all, the room expressed every teenagers fantasy of what it must have been like to be rich.<br/><br/>He reached for maroon rectangular box that had a fancy brand name on it. The only item in the world that could satiate his insomnia. The faded yellowish paper with white slid between his perfectly white teeth. Really, perfect white teeth, and a smoker were truly an anomaly to the medical world. The puffs of smoke wafted in the bathroom twirling in the air like fluffy clouds on a nearly clear day. A silver ring sat on the counter next to a black razor. It gleamed in the room. His memory was fuzzy when it came to how he obtained the sunlight looking ring. Obviously, the ring was part of his child, but why did it seem to still fit his fingers now? Truly, the ring was a puzzle for him.<br/><br/>Wafts of swirling smoke were slowly covering the room, creating a weird feeling of uneasiness in him. Crisp air seared his throat as he breathed like the chilliest air from winter. The room should have been warm because of the natural heat from the sun, not chilly...like the middle of a winter storm.<br/><br/>His head slowly turned to stare at the mirror which was getting fogged up from the apparent wafts of smoke that were starting to feel more like a chilly morning fog than smoke. A shape started to develop in the mirror. The shape began to look like a face with glowing ruby eyes, and a crooked grin. His feet felt  stunned like little electrical shocks were prickling them, and he could feel his heart beat pick up as his eyes were glued to the mirror. The face started to change into a different face. A face that reflected his dirty blonde streaks of hair, and sky blue eyes with soft caramel like skin.<br/><br/>He could feel his feet freezing against the tiles on the floor begin to react before fear lurched into his heart. They turned him, pounding against the white tiles, till he banged out of the bathroom, and appeared inside his bedroom. The sunlight woman had just groggily woken awoke, rubbing the emerald sockets of her eyes, before sitting up with her sunlight hair mated, and disheveled from slumber. " What the-"<br/><br/>“ Just go!Whatever your name is ...Andrea? Caroline?Who cares just go.” He spoke the words, while throwing her light purple thigh length dress at her, with the silver heels that must of came with the dress...did she have underwear? No? Who cared? In anger, she shoved the dress back on, slamming the shoes onto her feet, and stormed out of the room as if the insult was poison.<br/>-----------------------------------------<br/><br/>Later that afternoon<br/><br/>A black sleek convertible veered to a stop as it pulled up along side a long road decorated with woods on either side of the woods. A tiny sign that looked tilted, and withered with age rested next to a dirt road a little further ahead. The words written on it were barely recognizable. On the seat next to him, there was a paper that had written in bold<span style="font-style: italic">" Camp Running River, Welcomes you to our reunion celebration. Reconnect with our old friends, and regain pat memories. This is a celebration you won't soon forget."</span><br/><br/>The paper was a letter but it wasn't so much the words that had him curious of the invitation. It was the past memories part. Most kids remember their days at camp but he could hardly place what went on here. Did he want these memories back?<br/><br/>Who would be there to greet him? Would he remember them? Fear ate at him like a little kid about to sing on the stage for the first time ever. Stage fright? The letter had been given to him about a  week ago.<br/><br/>He made it to the campsite with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He could hear a few woman talking to each other. “ Hey ladies.” The word was not meant to be as seductive as it sounded.