Cold Hearted

Cold Hearted (page two)

Damien. that's his name, so peculiar.. 

i tapped my pen against my head a bit loosing my train of thought, my mind just clouding with unnecessary things. i furrow my brows and try and focus on writing.. but just cant bring myself to focus at all. i took a deep breath, putting my pen on my desk and standing up. staring down at the table as i take my hair band out, letting my hair fall to my shoulders. i stare at the bed wondering if i should sleep or do something more productive, as always i pick sleeping over doing more work because i was already missing some reports i have to do. walking over to my bed and falling on it in exhaustion.

The leaves fall  from the orange tree's, birds chirping and singing as sunlight shines through my blinds. slightly opening my eyes to the sound of my alarm echoing through my room, i furrow my eyebrows and frown. waking up is such a pain, but I have to help as much as i can. i grouchily sit up, looking around my room before standing up. the breeze from my window was warm but cool at the same time. must be a nice day. I walk to my window and open it more, staring out at the pinkish blue sky. the breeze hit my face softly, birds singing from the trees. i stray away from the window and head to my wardrobe. gazing at the rack of clothing, i sigh and take out  my light blue scrubs and white lab coat. taking off my recently worn clothes, that being a black t-shirt and shorts, exchanging that for the clothing I picked out. I pick up my glasses and put them on my face as I look in the mirror on my desk. staring at myself for a bit, I shake my head and grab my stuff. my legs felt tired and I had a painful migraine, but decided to ignore it. my wife called me from the kitchen in a happy but neutral tone. "miles! I made you breakfast honey!" i perk up walking down the stairs at a quicker pace and peak my head into the kitchen. there was freshly cooked bacon and eggs on a plate with orange juice on the side. just a normal breakfast but better than having nothing. "oh! why thank you!" I set my stuff on the floor by my chair and sit down. "since you are doing that new project with Dr. Edson, I thought I'd do something nice for you." she exclaimed. i smile as i take a bite of the food. Dr. Edson may be a bit self centered, but he is caring and nice. and lovely.. BUT nevermind that. i shake my head and furrow by brows, narrowing my eyes a bit. my wife looked at me with a confused expression on her face. "is there something bothering you miles?" she asked while tapping her fork on the table softly. i quickly shoved the rest of the food in my mouth, picking my stuff up. i shook my head and waved while walking out the door. i shut it, putting my back against the door and swallowing my food. i sigh in relief, standing up straight. heading to my car, the smell of wet pavement filled the warm air around my block.

i arrive at work, still extremely exhausted. my co-workers sprint through the halls unlike me, walking at a somewhat slow pace. the echoing of footsteps in the hallways is driving me NUTS! my headache was already enough for today but it seems i have a lot more in store for me. i scan my keycard, opening my office door.  groaning as i set my folders on my desk, i take headphones out from under my table and put them on. "maybe some calm music would help ease my headache." plugging the worn out headset jack into my phone, slowly scrolling through my apps. i eventually select the music app and set my phone down, letting it shuffle through my playlist.. sighing as i get to work.