That’s weird, I thought, reading the note again to myself, that’s really weird.Cynthia, I’m guessing
That’s weird, I thought, reading the note again to myself, that’s really weird.Cynthia, I’m guessing - “CiCi’ is what some of the girls have been calling her - had obviously left this note on my desk for me, probably last night after I’d retreated upstairs following my Vitamin B12/D/K booster injection. Cynthia was a young, longtime employee of mine who worked at the scheduling desk with Randi. Frumpy, a bit heavy, glasses. Quiet and more than a bit awkward. Always dressed like a woman forty years her senior. If I’d spoken more than ten times directly to her in the four years she’s been with us, I’d be surprised. So what was with this note?Sorry u aren’t feeling well- ♥CiCi So, yeah…weird. Weird enough, in fact to distract me from the other weirdness which had been my morning. It wasn’t even 8 am yet and already things were strange. I’d woken early, after a night of bizarre dreams, feeling different. Better than last night, thankfully. Or, well…at least less wiped out. My raging erection, also, was gone. But still, as soon as my feet hit the floor, as soon as I’d started to pull myself out of bed, I’d felt it. Something was off.For a bit, as I drifted into my morning routine in my sad little efficiency apartment, I felt almost like I was in someone else’s body. Shaving at the sink, it was like my perspective was off, everything looking different around me. My reflection? The same, but like a another person in the mirror, scraping off a day’s worth of stubble from a familiar face. It’s hard to describe, but as I stood in the shower, the feeling began to fade and I started to get acclimated again. But then…weird. My shoes. Are these really thin socks? I thought. Why did they seem this loose?Breakfast was a strawberry yogurt, Greek, the spoon feeling strangely heavy in my hand. I just need a coffee, I thought, dropping my utensil into the sink. My plans were to head down into the office, before patients or most of the staff arrived, to look over what had happened yesterday afternoon in my absence, when I’d had to leave, not feeling well. This morning I’d get a coffee from the break room, since I didn’t have a way to make it here myself.I’ll just drop my bag in my office first.And so that’s when I came upon the note. Again, weird. Why would Cynthia leave this? I mean…it was nice, I guess. She was showing concern, I figure. But so unlike her; why would she bother? I’d always pegged her as timid, unconfident, a bit withdrawn. Strange.Anyway…I need that coffee.======================================Next post and bonus drivel available at my Patreon -- source link