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A hand, nice and comforting at first, rubbed lightly on his shoulder. That hand then became a little more excitable and shook his whole body. Frank continued to ignore it, attempting to turn distraction to dream. A slightly nasal voice calling his name was more than his sleepy brain could handle.
Frank opened his eyes to see a worried looking Bryan at an odd angle. Frank felt the coolness of the floor on his face, and wishing to revel in it a moment more, closed his eyes again.
“Dude, c’mon, get up. What the hell is going on?”
Frank once again opened his sleepy eyes and smiled sweetly.
“What’s up Bry?”
“What’s up? You’re passed out, naked, on our floor!”
Frank sat up groggily. He looked down at himself and then slowly around the living room/kitchen.
“Some guy came in, some crazy guy.”
Bryan stood up with his hand extended to help Frank get to his feet.
“Are you alright?” Bryan asked with an edge of panic in his voice. “Did he hit you or something?”
Frank grabbed on to Bryan’s hand and stood. He rubbed his hands through his hair and looked around again as if waking from a heavy sleep.
“No, he didn’t hit me.”
Frank walked into his bedroom and called out over his shoulder.
“Some freaking homeless guy just walked in here. He started going into some kind of convulsion and, and, and saying this crazy shit. Then he just walked out.”
“What kind of crazy shit?”
Frank came back into the room in striped boxers and a Sonic Youth t-shirt. He looked deeply into Bryan’s eyes as if trying to pull a question from within them.
“I don’t remember exactly, I was pretty freaked out. I just remember he said ‘purple lotus’ a couple of times.”
“Purple lotus?”
“Yeah.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know Bryan.” Frank sat down heavily on the couch. “In case you didn’t hear before, freaking homeless guy.”
Frank covered his face with his hands and breathed deeply.
“Are you okay?” Bryan asked, legitimately worried.
“It’s already been a weird and tough morning. I’m a little worried about what the rest of the day holds.”