You couldn't believe the memory that you just had. You were a heroin addict. You wanted to talk to Mark about it and couldn't wait until he paid you a visit.

*****

Breakfast came and Mark hadn't show up. "He usually comes around this time." You thought. "Well, maybe he's doing some YouTube stuff."

*****

Lunch came and Mark still wasn't there.
"What the hell?" You asked. "Whatever he's doing must be really important. He's never been this late."
Worse of all, you actually were starting to crave heroin all over again.
"Oh God no." You groaned. "I'm not going to let that damn drug take over my life. That's stupid and wrong."

*****

Dinner came and Mark didn't come. At times like this, you wish you had access to a phone or even had his number. Even worse, the heroin craving was getting worse by the hour. In fact, it was even exhausting you and making you irritable.

*****

You felt alone. You really wanted to tell Mark about this new memory but he hadn't shown. You were also really looking forward to giving and receiving a massage.
The heroin craving was starting to get the better of you. You are beyond thankful that it wasn't available to you right at this moment. Because, if it was, you swore that you would overdose and die.

*****

You were just about to settle in to go to sleep when you heard that you were getting a visitor.
You sat up, not too quick so as to not cause pain in your neck.
"Mark!" You say. "I'm so glad that you're here. I was so worried that you were going to miss out on your daily visit. And I have the worst craving right now. You wouldn't believe it."
But the voice took you by surprise.
"I'm not this Mark person." It was raspy and sounded like it came from an old man. "I'm your grandpa (Y/N)."