It was closing time, I walked towards the door and locked it with the golden key I kept in my pocket. As I turned around I nearly screamed and fell over but did jump off my feet as the pudgy boy known as Patrick stood right in front of me. How long has he been standing there?!  

"Oh, Uh. Hi Patrick." I tried to say in a friendly voice.

"Hey uh, Sheldon?" He started. " do you know what... Hoe Moe- spectral Means?"

I had no idea how he knew my first name but it kept me up most nights just thinking about all the possibilities of how somebody with such a small brain managed to find it without me having any idea. Did he mean homosexual? I decided I wasn't going to explain it to him.

"uh yeah, Patrick. Hate to break it to ya buddy but that's not even a real word" I let out a chuckle as I walked to my new home. They just finished moving everything in and all the sailor and pirate junk out. Something stopped me though.

"hmmm, I thought Bobby said something about it though... Oh by Sheldon!" He mumbled to himself before he turned to see me leaving and waved goodbye. Spongebob? really? oh, whatever I'm sure he was just trying to explain to him. 

But, as I walked home the more I thought about it. What was I doing though? I didn't even care for that bubbly kid. As I opened the door to the anchor the room in front of me smelled like it was freshly painted but when I turned on the light the walls were disastrous! White paint was dripped across every surface.

It looked like it had dried that way. 

"Perfect, I now live in a house with the worst paint job ever!" I mumbled sarcastically to myself. Looks like Eugene tried to give it a new paint job, messed up terribly and ran off before I could complain to him. Luckily it was just that room.

As I walked to bed I felt the relief and satisfaction resonate through my bones and escape through my breath as I slowly collapse and drowned in my soft, warm mattress. The rockets and soldiers took off as I drifted to dreamland but inner thoughts started to haunt my joy and calm. I dreamed of Karen who didn't give a care in the world that I would never see her again I dreamed of SpongeBob who wouldn't accept who I really was and only saw what Eugene told him about me, I dreamed of the many messy broken laws of the Krusty Krab that I would have to find a way to clean up and the childhood memories I would never repeat, not to myself, not to anybody. 

I woke up at 3:05 A.M. with sweat running down my back and a heartbeat bouncing fast and harshly in my chest as my anxiety approached and grabbed a hold of me. I felt myself break to tears from stress and after a bit, I got up, put my slippers on and headed downstairs. The mesmerizing mess of the new maze I lived in traumatized my exhausted brain and teased my stressed and lonely frontal lobe. 

I got toast and head back upstairs and collapsed in bed