With All My Senses

Catching up with life

The peaceful state lasts almost 9 hours and then it starts all over again. The only difference is that this time it's much slower. At first, I don't even notice it. Too exhilarated that I slept over 7 long hours. The silence in my head is so overwhelming that I just lay in bed, not even moving. Finally, I allow myself to stretch. Still nothing. I get up on shaky legs and head to the bathroom. I use the toilet and take a shower, letting the hot water almost burn me. Still nothing. I get out, head to the kitchen and open the fridge. It's empty. My stomach growls.

I can't remember when was the last time I ate and realize how loose all of my clothes were. I sigh. I actually missed my curves, being bony didn't suit me much. My stomach grumbles again, demanding my immediate attention. I quickly pull on some clothes, my shoes, close the door behind me, and run down the four flights of stairs. I head for the nearest store to buy some food before the voices return. Because something told me this state wouldn't last too long.

I almost fly into the store and grab a red shopping basket on my way. I take a carton of milk, eggs, apple juice and look for bread. Eventually, I find it and get two, grabbing a pack of Cheetos and two cans of coke in the next aisle. Then I go back, changing my mind. I leave one can, deciding that too much caffeine wasn't the right option for me now. I reach the register and take a chocolate donut and a cheap pack of crackers. I look at my groceries and frown. I run back and quickly take five, discounted bananas from the fruit stand. I heard once that magnesium was good for headaches. I smile in a sarcastic way. Well, these bananas better be magical then.

I reach the register again and put everything on it. The guy behind it looks at me, bored out of his mind. His red hair stands in all direction and he has a lot of acne on his face. Not that it makes any difference to me. Right now, he could have had green skin and antennas, I would still be smiling. He stares at me in a suspicious way as if I had a bomb under my jacket or a gun, ready to blow his brains off. Hmm, apparently he wasn't used to people being nice to him too often.

That will be $22.78.

I look around in my pocket and sigh with relief after finding enough money. Twenty-four bucks to be exact. I wasn't very fluent in cash lately since I couldn't really go to my job and make it through a workday. I keep one dollar to myself.

Keep the change.

Yeah, great.

He starts sarcastically but notices that I am still smiling, so he just nods his head and watches me leave. I smirk. Maybe he will Tweet about this to a friend.

I come back to the apartment, leave the food in the kitchen and decide it's finally time to make that phone call. I kneel in front of the sofa and reach out for the miserable looking remains of my phone. I stare at it for a moment. Once ago it must have been white, but the best I could call it now was a 'smokers yellow sunshine'. The thing is big and squared shape. It's a good thing it was an old model, the new stuff wouldn't stand a chance with my tantrum sessions. I plug it back on the counter and dial. I listen to the signal. One ring, two, three... eight, finally I hear a familiar crack as someone pick up the receiver.

Hey, it's me.

Well hello there, kiddo. By now, I thought you disappeared from the face of the planet. Or did you disintegrated yourself in bourbon?

A heavy yet warm voice fills my ears. He's joking around but I know that underneath his grumpy exterior he actually worries about me. In many ways, he was closer to a father figure in my life than my own parent.