June 4, 1986 - Like Someone's Walking on My Grave

[faithfulclublet]

He isn't sure why it's something that happens. Isn't sure why things can get so absolutely overwhelming when everyone and everything else is still so sunny. It's likely at least partially to do with the same hormones that are having him grow like a weed, but he doesn't think that's all.

He especially doesn't think that's all today, when he wakes up from a nightmare he can't remember to a sense of dread that lingers the rest of the day.

It's got him moving in a haze. It's got him not really paying attention when people are talking to him.

It has him struggling to string the words together when he finally realizes he needs to answer a question he didn't hear, "--Sorry. What was that, again?"

Comments

[ofthecubs]

"'s go sit outside, okay?"

In part, of course, because there were fewer places to be jumped out from by imagined threats. Much more in part, of course, because the fresh air would help everything settle just a bit more.

[faithfulclublet]

"Sure."

It would help. Not as much as the company already does, but it's no small contribution.