Trippin'

By KimolisaMings

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By KimolisaMings

Woke up

On a sunny day,

The air itched

And I smelled

The stink of the

Sea miles away.

Wanted to go

Back to sleep

But the inky

Cocoon had

Melted away in

The rays of the

New sun.

I pulled myself

Out of bed

And trudged

Into the kitchen.

After pouring

A cup of coffee

And a tumbler of

Scotch, I slouched

Into one of the

Dining room chairs.

I contemplated if

I should start

With the coffee

Or the scotch.

I reached for

The coffee,

I had a meeting

In five minutes.

Taking the pill

Out of the blister pack,

I looked across

At the full length

Mirror at the end

Of the hall.

I looked like shit.

I lost weight,

Any paler and

I would glow in

The dark; and

My posture was

Long gone. Probably

At the craps table

In Vegas.

I didn't have time

For self pity,

I placed the pill

In my mouth

And took a sip

Of the coffee,

At least that

Tasted good.

Amanda always

Got the good stuff.

I sat back

As my vision blurred

And the mess of

My kitchen faded

Into black, followed

Immediately with

A blank white space

That bled away

Revealing the office.

Why take drugs

When you can

Just take a trip

To the office.

"Morning, Jeanine,"

Mrs. Garcia greeted

Me warmly.

I still hadn't figured

Out if she was

A program or

An actual person.

"Gary is waiting

For you, go on in."

To her I looked

Like my former self,

Healthy weight,

Well dressed,

Blonde hair in

A tight bun.

I passed colleagues

As I walked to

My boss' office,

Some I smiled at,

Some I didn't recognize.

Some were like me,

Working from home,

While others worked

On site at the

Telecommunication giant.

"Come in Jeanine,"

Gary's voice boomed

Through the door before

I even knocked on it.

The no nonsense man

Of about 50 sat

At a desk of glass

And chrome, swiping

At images projected

On his desk top.

"Sit down, Jeanine,"

He motioned at the

Chair across from him.

After reading the

Document on his desk,

He looked up at me,

Tenderness in his eyes.

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"Are you sure?"

He leaned back

In his chair, his

Fingers forming

A steeple.

"How is Amanda?"

"Good," I lied.

"Is that so?"

Sadness crept into

His eyes. He cleared

His throat and continued.

"I bumped into her

The other day, she

Told me you two

Weren't together for

The last month or so."

"It's nothing, sir."

"No, Jeanine,

It's something.

It explains why

You have been missing

Deadlines, your productivity

Is in the crapper, Jeanine."

I said nothing.

"My original intention

Was to fire you."

"Sir, I can..."

Gary held up

His hand.

"I'm not going

To fire you.

In light of what

I found out,

I'm going to suspend

You without pay

For two weeks.

He leaned forward,

That should be

Enough time to

Get yourself together,

Get back on track.

You were one of

My best employees

And you can still

Get back there.

Use the time off

Wisely."

There was a chirp

From his desk

And he looked down

And read what

Flashed across it.

Without looking up,

He said, "That

Will be all, Jeanine.

You are dismissed."

"Yes, sir," I croaked.

I took a deep breath

And swallowed twice.

The room blurred then

Became pixellated.

The pixels folded in

On themselves until they

Were a single square

Of light in a field

Of black that soon

Blinked out. Forms

Started to appear

In the darkness and

In a matter of seconds,

I was back in my kitchen.

Without hesitation,

I got to my feet,

Knocking over my chair

As I ran to the

Bathroom to vacate

My stomach of

This morning's coffee

And last night's take out.

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