these card board boxes to my windows. But they were going to fit. No sunlight would enter my office.
I went to my phone and pressed the intercom button for Sara in the main lobby. “Hey Sara, cancel all my appointments until further notice. I’m thinking of strictly becoming a graveyard person.” I wasn’t lying. It was the only thing that made sense. Something was permanently wrong with me. I felt to my core that this sun problem wasn’t going to be a phase, but a long-term deal.
I sat back in my chair behind my desk. I looked around my office. It was small and rather boring. Although I had pictures on the wall, I had never put any real thought into decorating it. Hopefully, the room didn’t depress my clientele so much that they went back to drug use. It was inside a government building and it could have used some sprucing up, but that would have to be another time. It didn’t really matter; I rarely saw patients in my office. All I could think about was eating; I was starving.
I had avoided going out for food entirely as I just didn’t feel like eating. Not till this moment. To say I was hungry was an understatement. I was ravenous, actually. But anytime I thought about ingesting food, I thought I would throw up.
Oddly enough, listening to Sara’s heartbeat made me thirsty. I wished that I had grabbed more than a coffee on my way out. I certainly couldn’t go anywhere at this point.
There were a couple of new case files on my desk that Sara had put there for me to look over before my appointments that day. I knew the person I needed to see wasn’t one of my patients. It was my good friend Donna.
Chapter Eleven
11:00 a.m. Wednesday Morning
I looked through my office closet and grabbed an old hoodie and a pair of sunglasses. I hoped it would help me to venture out in the sun once again.
I exited out of the main lobby in full getup. I was sure Sara had thought I lost my mind. My hands were the only thing visible to the sun, as I was using the entire hood to shield my face. My hands felt as if they were on fire.
I quickly opened the door to my vehicle and I jumped in. I sped out of the parking lot, driving in the opposite direction of the sun.
After about five minutes of swerving and appearing to be a drunk driver, I looked up and saw a Home Depot. I drove my car into the parking lot and parked as close as I could to the front.
I ran inside and was quickly relieved to be in such a warehouse. Most of the store was away from the sun. I went to the gardening section and bought gloves. If everyone didn’t think the thirty-year-old man in a hoodie still over his head was weird enough, I put on a pair of gardening gloves for good measure.
I got outside and none of my body was visible to the sun. I could look out of my black hood just enough to see where I was going without frying my nose and eyelids off.
As I drove to the home of my friend, my skin burned underneath my clothes. My outfit was hardly helping. I knew I needed to find a solution or start driving at night.
What the hell had happened to me? I drove down the street to the apartment where my patient—well, in her case, friend—lived. I wasn’t technically her worker on any level other than she happened to be a junkie and I happened to be a junkie counselor. I tried to help my friend as if she was one of my patients. I wondered if there was even any point to it at all. Could anyone really be helped? I used to think so, but now I wasn’t so sure.
Something caught my eye, and I slowed my car down to look back at it. It was a community apartment building, the type that needed card keys to get in. Casa Vista...I knew that name from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place it. It wasn’t until I almost drove by Grind Away that it all came back in a flash. These were places I dreamed of. They were real landmarks. My dreams weren’t a jumbled mess. I wondered if that meant Felix was real as well.
I was
I went to my phone and pressed the intercom button for Sara in the main lobby. “Hey Sara, cancel all my appointments until further notice. I’m thinking of strictly becoming a graveyard person.” I wasn’t lying. It was the only thing that made sense. Something was permanently wrong with me. I felt to my core that this sun problem wasn’t going to be a phase, but a long-term deal.
I sat back in my chair behind my desk. I looked around my office. It was small and rather boring. Although I had pictures on the wall, I had never put any real thought into decorating it. Hopefully, the room didn’t depress my clientele so much that they went back to drug use. It was inside a government building and it could have used some sprucing up, but that would have to be another time. It didn’t really matter; I rarely saw patients in my office. All I could think about was eating; I was starving.
I had avoided going out for food entirely as I just didn’t feel like eating. Not till this moment. To say I was hungry was an understatement. I was ravenous, actually. But anytime I thought about ingesting food, I thought I would throw up.
Oddly enough, listening to Sara’s heartbeat made me thirsty. I wished that I had grabbed more than a coffee on my way out. I certainly couldn’t go anywhere at this point.
There were a couple of new case files on my desk that Sara had put there for me to look over before my appointments that day. I knew the person I needed to see wasn’t one of my patients. It was my good friend Donna.
Chapter Eleven
11:00 a.m. Wednesday Morning
I looked through my office closet and grabbed an old hoodie and a pair of sunglasses. I hoped it would help me to venture out in the sun once again.
I exited out of the main lobby in full getup. I was sure Sara had thought I lost my mind. My hands were the only thing visible to the sun, as I was using the entire hood to shield my face. My hands felt as if they were on fire.
I quickly opened the door to my vehicle and I jumped in. I sped out of the parking lot, driving in the opposite direction of the sun.
After about five minutes of swerving and appearing to be a drunk driver, I looked up and saw a Home Depot. I drove my car into the parking lot and parked as close as I could to the front.
I ran inside and was quickly relieved to be in such a warehouse. Most of the store was away from the sun. I went to the gardening section and bought gloves. If everyone didn’t think the thirty-year-old man in a hoodie still over his head was weird enough, I put on a pair of gardening gloves for good measure.
I got outside and none of my body was visible to the sun. I could look out of my black hood just enough to see where I was going without frying my nose and eyelids off.
As I drove to the home of my friend, my skin burned underneath my clothes. My outfit was hardly helping. I knew I needed to find a solution or start driving at night.
What the hell had happened to me? I drove down the street to the apartment where my patient—well, in her case, friend—lived. I wasn’t technically her worker on any level other than she happened to be a junkie and I happened to be a junkie counselor. I tried to help my friend as if she was one of my patients. I wondered if there was even any point to it at all. Could anyone really be helped? I used to think so, but now I wasn’t so sure.
Something caught my eye, and I slowed my car down to look back at it. It was a community apartment building, the type that needed card keys to get in. Casa Vista...I knew that name from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place it. It wasn’t until I almost drove by Grind Away that it all came back in a flash. These were places I dreamed of. They were real landmarks. My dreams weren’t a jumbled mess. I wondered if that meant Felix was real as well.
I was
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