@withstarandmoon take pill and run around your house 20 times l from here [🌙🌙🌙]
Billie held back a whine, quietly and defeatedly stirring her coffee with the beginnings of a sob. It had been three weeks of the same nightmare. The same black, marble corridor and the machine churning at it’s far end. Urging her to build it.
Somewhere at the back of her house she’d drawn up blueprints and half-maddened scribbles of machinery. Though none of them worked. There were parts missing or pieces of the thing that wouldn’t- couldn’t make sense without an added contraption. She was at a loss, yet the dreams remained ever persistent. Almost aggressively so…
“I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to keep things together but- I just can’t sleep.” She sipped her coffee grimly. “You wouldn’t have anything to help knock me out, would you?”
"It's okay. You can't imagine how many people come to me because they can’t fall asleep. They usually complain about some demons, curses. Ha! They don’t understand that they can’t fall asleep because they don’t take care of themselves."
For such clients, Ivakir simply prescribed some vitamins (which could be bought at a common store at a lower price) or gave out some sleeping pills with an exotic name (the rule Ivakir learned a long time ago is the more exotic the name sounds, the better it is) with ridiculous instructions, for example, to walk around your house ten times thinking about something nice, or to make small exercises, thinking about what you want to achieve in life. A smart person understood that all these tips and potions were a bullshit. But most of Ivakir's customers were not smart people.
"I would send you for a run. Or for some work. When you get tired like a horse, you don’t have time to think about anything. But judging by your appearance, you need something harder," Ivakir examined her from head to toe, that is, looked at her with a professional look, wondering if she should spend her time here or not. "Is something bothering you lately?"
