Pip Thoreau's Life As a Peculiar Teen

Full House

                       ** Otherwise known as Aaron is really tired and makes bad decisions**

Aaron was floating- literally. He bounced along the rocky terrain feeling absolutely weightless despite the heavy astronaut suit he was currently wearing. It made sense; the moon's gravity was 83.3% less than Earth's.

A smaller suit bounced along side him. He could hear infectious laughter over the intercom. He couldn't help but join. 

He had done it. He could barely believe it. He was in space on a mission to collect moon rocks for NASA, and however improbable it seemed, he was on the moon with his son.

"Aaron, this is Houston." A orotund voice buzzed in his ear.

"Houston, this is Aaron. Come in."

"Aaron, we are going to need you to wake up."

"We've almost collect the rock samp- wait what?"

"Wake up!"

Aaron scrambled awake, almost falling out of his chair. He blinked, trying to understand why he wasn't on the moon with his son. 

He was in a cubicle, surrounded by similar cubicles. He was sitting at a desk with a computer, a phone, and miscellaneous office supplies. The only personal touch was a Star Trek mug half full of cold, black coffee.

He was at work. At Blue Home Publishing. He had failed to get into NASA. Pip was at school at school till 3. It was only 11.

Shit, he fell asleep at work again. He scrubbed at his stubbly face, growing hairier by the day as he continues to forgo shaving.

"Aaron?" The voice from his dream called again. Aaron turned.

He almost had a heart attack. His supervisor stared at him as if she was waiting for his excuse. He was so fired.

"How's editing going, Aaron?" She asked condescendingly.

"I- um- It's fine-"

"No, it's not. You didn't sleep again last night." What the hell did she mean by again? Not that she was wrong. Aaron was aware of the fact he hadn't slept more than an hour since Saturday. It was Thursday, and Aaron felt like crap.

His supervisor was staring at him again, this time more dazed. She seemed to snap out of it quickly before beginning again with new purpose.

"You know, having some other people around may help you sleep better. Me and my friend are looking for a place to stay. Here's my number." She handed him a business card.

"Cora's Crystals- Jewelry, Sculptures, Divination, and More" The card read in shiny gold text along with the number. He wanted to ask her a lot of questions- such as what the hell?-but she'd left to chastise John's late assignment.

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"Cora's Crystals. We can deliver futuristic advice or a nice rock, but we cannot raise the dead. How can I help you?"

"How do you know so much about me?" Aaron almost screamed into his phone. Thankfully, he wasn't that sleep deprived, but not knowing how the hell she knew so much about him was driving him up the wall.

"Aaron? Right on time. As for my wisdom, I'm your supervisor. I looked through your file. I can do that." She informed him.

"Right, but you knew about my trouble sleeping."

"Yeah, anyone can tell. You've got bags under your eyes so thick they look like bunk." She teased. It seemed plausible, but he wasn't satisfied.

"The fact that I live alone? Though that's not completely true."