“Everything alright over there?" she asks
As if my 16 hours of silence can’t mean anything more than disturbance.
As if 4 fingers up can’t mean 8
“4? 4?! You’re all insane!!”
I give a nod while my eyes don’t move from my computer screen.
*click click type click click, phone ring* “Hello, how may I assist you?”
*click click type click click, phone ring* “Hello, how may I assist you?” Sigh
She stands up and decides to walk on over to my desk. She leans over my 40 year old small wall as if these cubicles can withstand adult size human weight just plowed on without making a creaking sound.
What is she looking at, day dreaming of , why is she dolly gagging…and moving all about.
I hear a whisper come from that crooked smile of hers…if you can call that a smile.
*click click type click click, phone ring* “Hello, how may I assist you?” Deeper sigh
I hear a murmuring again…”hmm…?”
*click click type click click, phone ring* “Hello, how may I assist you?”
Whisper turns into a louder murmur
She moves 2 inches close to my face with eyes wide open. It’s as if I’m looking into a mirror “REMEMBER TO BLINK!!!!” She yells.
I come back to my reality and check the time.
“5:00 pm… time to punch out” I proceed to do so as I turned off my computer, send a text and head to my car.
Who says disassociating isn’t an answer.