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I'm not going into work today because quite honestly I just don't feel like it. It takes a lot of effort for me to actually do work at work these days. Yesterday I completely blew off my oversized books - even though I had enough time to get them done - and read for the last half hour of work instead. I'm depressed about this job, and the fact that I can't seem to get a full-time one that I enjoy.
But I digress. Have you ever have a dream that felt 100% real, so you were surprised when it turned out not to be? Well, there was one time I spent the night at Mike's, and the next morning I was woken up by his cell phone. He answered it, said, "Yeah, she's right here," and handed me the phone. It felt real because I could feel his phone, and I had never touched his phone in my life. I remember thinking that it was awfully heavy.
I said hello and there was sort of a hesitation, like an operator relaying the message, and my father got on the line. "Heather? I have a dentist appointment at 8 this morning, just in case you wonder where I am." I said okay and then didn't know how to hang up the phone, so I threw it back at Mike. I mumbled something about how his phone sucks because it's hard to hear anything on it, and rolled over and went back to sleep.
When we woke up next, a whole bunch of shit went down with his work, but when we talked, I asked how my father got his phone number. He seemed surprised, and said my dad never called his phone. I kept asking him over and over again if he was sure my dad didn't call. And he kept saying he was sure. When I asked my dad that night if he had a dentist appointment that morning, he said no.
So I don't get it. It felt like it had really happened. And I was wondering why he didn't call my cell phone, because he has the number.
But I digress. Have you ever have a dream that felt 100% real, so you were surprised when it turned out not to be? Well, there was one time I spent the night at Mike's, and the next morning I was woken up by his cell phone. He answered it, said, "Yeah, she's right here," and handed me the phone. It felt real because I could feel his phone, and I had never touched his phone in my life. I remember thinking that it was awfully heavy.
I said hello and there was sort of a hesitation, like an operator relaying the message, and my father got on the line. "Heather? I have a dentist appointment at 8 this morning, just in case you wonder where I am." I said okay and then didn't know how to hang up the phone, so I threw it back at Mike. I mumbled something about how his phone sucks because it's hard to hear anything on it, and rolled over and went back to sleep.
When we woke up next, a whole bunch of shit went down with his work, but when we talked, I asked how my father got his phone number. He seemed surprised, and said my dad never called his phone. I kept asking him over and over again if he was sure my dad didn't call. And he kept saying he was sure. When I asked my dad that night if he had a dentist appointment that morning, he said no.
So I don't get it. It felt like it had really happened. And I was wondering why he didn't call my cell phone, because he has the number.