[ WP ] You go for a quick run to a convenience store and upon returning home you realize you 've been gone for a week .

The house is completely dark when I get home, it's strange since I went out to get this coke and ice cream because Danny and I could n't sleep and we were going to have midnight ice cream floats but maybe he decided he could sleep after all and called it a night. 
 
 A little frustrated, I get closer to the house and notice my little car is sitting in the driveway, I could have sworn I put it in the garage. I walk up the steps and try to open the door, locked, fuck. My Australian Shepherd is going crazy at the door by now and I fumble to get my keys out of my bag and walk into the house. 
 
 The house smells strange. Almost really *clean*. I immediately notice that my front entry-way had a new shoe rack and the floors looked freshly clean. May is jumping all over me like when I go visit my parents in Oklahoma over the holidays and come home. Then I realize the smell. My parents have n't been in the house in Canada for months, but everything seems like it has my mother's touch. How did she arrive while I was gone? Was it a surprise? She loved doing things like this and after the last few tough months she'd probably do something like this. I immediately start to worry that she'll find my cigarettes or my booze and start getting concerned, but I'm happy she could be here. 
 
 I've been in the house maybe 30 seconds when lights start coming on, May obviously woke everyone up but I do n't know why even my room-mates upstairs were bothering to wake up. 
 
 Then, a shriek, my mom appears sleepy-eyed and looking ragged from the living room where she was obviously sleeping, then my dad appears behind her. My dad. How did he get time off from flying so soon after his last vacation? They're both crying and make it to me in three seconds flat, incoherent and squeezing me tightly, then Danny appears at the stairs. 
 
 `` Where have you *been*?'' he blurts out sounding almost angry but on the brink of tears. He rushes towards me too and I'm getting more and more confused and tearing up myself. 
 
 `` I..... I went to Mac's... to get ice cream and coke....'' I hold up the bag, the condensation still clinging to it `` I.... I do n't understand...'' My roommates have come down by now- even the one who was supposed to be off tree-planting for this last weekend. 
 
 They all start explaining how I've been gone for a week, my boyfriend had called my parents who never left the house. My dad starts calling family and there are so many questions I ca n't answer. I'm incoherent at this point and as I sit down I take them step-by-step through my trip, which only took 20 minutes in my mind. My phone was fried, but the ice cream was still cold. The clerk remembered me and I arrived home at the same time of night I had at the week before. 
 
 I never found an explanation for what happened, various psychiatric and medical tests revealed nothing to me or my family but I still never go out at night alone for fear of losing a week of my life again.
