Webb

October 9, 1989

I hadn't gotten a decent nights sleep in days, so tonight, I slept for a solid three hours. I spent the rest watching horror movies, then dealing with sleep paralysis, then waking up to Frosty wanting inside my bedroom to sleep on my legs. I had a good night. 

I woke up around seven thirty, shivering in the bed. My window's blinds were shut, but I could only see white and pink and blue from outside. I crawled out of bed, trying not to wake up Frosty who was asleep on the foot of my bed, and I opened the blinds. All I can say is frost, frost was all over the houses, the grass, an my window sill. "Great, it's freezing cold today. Wonder-fucking-ful, thanks Mother Nature!" I said as I closed my blinds, waking up Frosty from the blinds slamming loudly on the window sill. Frosty wagged his fluffy curled tail as I jumped back onto my bed, not wanting to get up. My boss was never at work, but since Charles was the manager I couldn't just ditch work. So I called Charles to see if I needed to come into work. And we might be friends, but at work, he's still my boss, sort of. I picked up the small phone I had on my bed side table and dialed his number. The phone rang for a good ten seconds, then I heard a groggy voice say, "Hello?"

"Hey Charles, it's Mikey."

"Hey man, what's going on?"

"Nothing, but do I need to come into work today?"

"No, not really."

"Really? But it's Monday."

"I know that, but you've seemed more depressed than usual. Everything okay?"

"I really want to ask out Kat, but I don't know her reaction. And the fact that I'm having sexual feelings for her at this point and not telling her is pissing me off."

I heard him laugh, "Alright Mikey. You want me to tell her that you like her?"

"Nononononononono! Just-" I sighed, rubbing my eyes with my hands, "Just let me tell her, okay?"

"When?"

I rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, "ON WEEKENDS AND HOLIDAYS."

He laughed again, then he coughed really loud, "Fuck this cold man. Anyways, Monday's aren't as crowded as Fridays or Sundays, besides you've worked pretty well these past few days, Mikey."

"You getting a cold?"

"Yep, it's killing my insides."

"That blows Charles."

"Yeah, anyways, come into work when you feel better man, alright?"

"Okay, thanks. By the way still up for pizza this Friday?"

"Yeah, but I'm not buying you a beer."

"Man I know that. It's a public place."

"Yeah, anyways, I gotta head to work, so bye."

"Bye bye Charles." 

I hung up the phone and fell back onto my bed. Frosty walked over and licked my face, as a sign to wake up and let him outside to pee. I groaned, rolled over on my side, and tried to fall back asleep. Frosty jumped over me and licked my face again. "Frosty," I began, trying to guard my mouth from getting licked. "I'm trying to get some decent sleep. Plus my door's open, you can let Wendy take you outside." His puppy eyes stared into mine, as if he wanted me to get my lazy ass up. I groaned again, and gave up. I got out of bed and followed my polar bear pup down stairs as he darted to the back door. I let him outside, then went into the kitchen to make coffee. I must've woken up Wendy, because she woke up about thirty minutes later. 

"Morning Mikey," she said, grabbing the Eggo's from the freezer to put in the toaster. I waved in a very tired manner, "Hey." "You don't look so good," she said, plugging in the toaster. "I don't feel so good, either," I said, resting my head on the table. Wendy put the waffles in the toaster and then sat down across from me at the table. "Talk to me," she said, patting my arm. I shook my head, as I still faced the table top. Wendy nudged my arm again, "You still depressed?" I nodded in a slow manner, "Yeah." She looked at me concerned, and then lightly ran her fingers through my hair, like how Mom used to do. "You know, Kat's worried about you," she said, as she continued to massage my head. I shrugged, "She's my friend Wendy. Of course she's worried about me."