Unfortunately, I think other people are catching on to my "condition". Although I don't feel tired, I sure look like it. Dark circles, droopy eyes, splotchy skin- I look terrible. I can't seem to get a hold of anyone recently- I called my mom four times this past week (four times more than usual) and she never answered. Not once. People have stopped making eye contact with me, and everyone clears out of my way when I walk past. It's like everyone thinks I have the plague. Well, everyone except the Center for Odd Manifestation of Abnormal Sleep- weird name. I got a flyer in the mail from them (how they found out about me, who knows) and ever sense I can't get them to leave me alone. Phone calls, emails, mail- I even saw a commercial for them on TV last night. They say that they can help me with my sleeplessness but I would rather they just move on. They seem to be everywhere.
I decided to call in sick today. I'm feeling a little more "off" than normal and I'm tired of how everyone is acting around me. It's just easier if I don't go in. Still lounging in my pajamas, I plop down in my recliner with a bowl of cereal, prepared to listlessly watch the news for the next two hours. I've just turned on Channel 7 Action News when there is a knock on my door. I look up at the clock- it's only 8:00 o'clock. Who on earth could be at my door at 8:00 in the morning on a Tuesday? I cautiously open the door to a pudgy middle aged woman in a pantsuit, her Center for Odd Manifestation of Abnormal Sleep name tag glinting in the sun. "Jamie Kent?" she questions. "We need to talk."
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