That voice is truly and utterly annoying. “You can’t sleep all day, Charlie.” See… that’s where she’s wrong. I can sleep all day… and I plan on proving it. “Just give me a few more of the magic pills and shut off the light Dana,” I instruct my sister on how she’s going to help me sleep all day. I hear the echoes thud as she places a glass down on the nearby coffee table. Next, the jingling of the pill container as she pours the prescribed amount. I hold my hand out blindly and make a mental note of each of the tiny little weights that fall into my palm. One. Two…. I hold my hand out further but nothing else is added. I turn over, carefully, so as not to drop the medicine that’s already in my hand. “What gives? I should get two more,” I inform her of the mental calculations I’ve done as I tallied the missing meds.
