Sleepwalking my way through life: "The plan was back on."



"The plan was back on."

He sat back in his chair, relaxed and almost content with the world. Work was slow and easy, the office was comfortably warm and the radio played a song that, despite the heavy clouds outside, brought him the feel of summer. A glance at the clock told him that there was only half an hour left before he had to go. Half an hour before he was free.
His head felt heavy, but that didn't matter. I few minutes in the refreshing coolness of outside would cure that, and besides, it was slightly pleasant. He let his eyes drift open and shut lazily, and he stretched out his legs under the desk. He was almost cat-like in movement.
The manager hadn't collected him after lunch. He had been sitting there, doing his work and expecting the manager to come along at any moment and tell him what to do. But when he arrived at his desk, his agenda had changed.

"Sorry Joe, looks like it's not gonna happen."

"Fine," Joe had said. "It's ok, I've still got work here to do."

"That's good then." The manager replied before taking off.

The plan was back on.

Joe's hand reached slowly down into his backpack and there was the rustle of a plastic bag as he felt around the inside, searching for something. His hand landed on a box and a small smile spread across his face. He was originally going to email the whole office to tell them of his parting gift, but not knowing all their names he decided to tell the select few who he had contacted throughout his five weeks here.

Five weeks? He thought.

It felt like last week. The nervousness, almost terror he had felt when he walked through the door, uncertain if it was the right building or not. He had gathered up every ounce of courage he had to ask for help, and he had braced himself to be shouted down when he did. But, thankfully, he had been wrong. Warm friendly faces had met him, and relief swept the fear out of his body but leaving the cold sweat on his skin.

And so it had begun.

He sat forward with a start. The warmth had relaxed him too much, sending him into a light sleep. He was safe, only a few minutes had passed, but while he was out of it some more work had been made for him.

"No rest for the wicked," he murmered, as he returned to his work.
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