Blink: 8

Rick was home at a little after 3 in the morning. He woke mom up. She had fallen asleep on the couch waiting, he apologized and sent her to bed. He went to the kitchen and took a Coke from the fridge and went back to the front room. He sat in his fathers char, a chair rarely sat in. In front of him, more important to him at the moment was the oversized clock that hung over the fireplace.
Rick knew if this was real he needed to get a handle on it. Although so far it had proven to work in his benefit, the chance that it could happen while driving was a risk he was not willing to take. It was either going to take a lot of long hard nights, or one long hard night then that same night full of restful sleep.

He took a sip off of his Coke and concentrated on the clock. It slowly second by second clicked by. Each time it had happened it was reactionary, like an emotional response. First the goodbye, second was the hall, and third was to undo it all. None of it could be recreated in his living room. There was no motivation to tap into, even recalling the events was unlikely to help. He took another pull off of the Coke and leaned back into the chair. The clock continued to click away, more and more time lost if he was just dreaming it all up.
It could all be a psychotic break. The pressures of school. The shoes of his father to fill. The mysterious Millionaire's Millionaire, gone too often to make an impression, but there all the same. Rick might have just cracked. Snapped and was imagining it all up. He took one last long pull off the Coke, dripping the last of it down his throat. The clock ticking away. It was getting close to Four.

Rick mind made another pass at the time traveling being a reality. It was too vivid to just be made up. No matter how brilliant he was there was no way this was all coming out of his mind. Who hallucinates three overlapping moments. It wasn't possible. That combined with the migraines and sweats, the momentary double vision. He tipped the can on the pivot of his lower lip, It was empty.

Rick got up and walked to the kitchen tapping the can against the keys in his pocket to the ticking of the clock. He rolled the days events over and over in his mind. He tried to think of the exact moments that triggered his trips. He pulled the fridge door open and reached into the Coke box., it was empty. Empty. If ever there was a time to figure this trick out, it was now. Rick looked at the empty can in his hand, and then the empty box in the fridge. Then again at the can in his hand. He cleared his head, one word filled his entire mind. From ear to ear the word “Full” permeated.
He looked at the empty can.
He looked at the full can.
He looked at the clock. It was a quarter after three.