I am still in a dizzying daze from a very, very deep sleep. I fell asleep this early afternoon and didn’t wake up until Maggie was putting up a big hullabaloo about my father, old fuss and feathers, being here. All the house lights were off and it was after dark fall – about fifteen minutes after nine. Dad remarked that it was extremely strange for me to do that. He couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t up, lights on, and waiting on him to arrive eager to take my crazy meds.
“Your depressed,” my father told me. “It’s about that girl.”
I shrugged enigmatically.
“I don’t think so,” I finally told my father stalwartly. “I’ve been consistently sleeping a lot for the past two weeks. Besides, we are just friends.”
“Your dating days are over and you miss her. Don’t you?”
“Don’t argue with me when I have only half my wits about me,” I told my father brazenly with an air of aggravation.
“She’ll be back. You mark my very words,” my father told me with a chuckle. “And you can spend your money on her if you like. You’d be a fool to do so, though.”
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