Morning all. I hope you are having a fantastic day. The sun is out and it feels significantly less damp which always puts me in a better mood. So let’s get those timers started and see what comes out of the back of the brain.
No clue where this is going but I kind of like the slice of life scene.
Wednesday, November 5th: He opened the medicine cabinet.
He opened the medicine cabinet. As always, he was confronted with a strange combination of things. There was the medicine he gave the cat a few months ago. The vet specified the length of time and he fought the hell beast long enough to get through the mandatory cycle. He still had the scars to prove it.
Once past the battle was declared complete and he put the medicine away. Sebastian calmed down and stopped maintaining his ever present battle ready stance. He was still favored with the glare of doom, but slowly things were returning to normal. As always he wondered why he kept the cat.
Sebastian belonged to Trina. Trina left both him and the cat when she went off with Gorgeous Gregory three years ago. Sebastian and he didn’t get along when she was here to mediate. When she left the cat seemed to blame him and try to find ways to retaliate. Eventually they worked out some sort of truce. John still thought about getting rid of the cat. Passing him on to a home that actually wanted a cat.
The only problem was that anyone who actually liked cats took one look at Sebastian and suddenly developed allergies to ‘that particular breed’. Sebastian was, to John’s knowledge, a mix of at least nine breeds as far as he could tell. A true mutt of the feline world. He was certain that mutt would be considered a derogatory canine based word in the feline community so he kept it to himself lest Sebastian take issue.
He did not want to give Sebastian more reasons to hate him.
‘And he would know,’ John thought. The cat seemed to know when he spoke ill of him even if he was miles away from the house when he voiced his grumbles. John made certain to keep his thoughts locked inside his head. He shifted the dreaded medicine to the side.
Thinking of Sebastian wasn’t helping his headache.
There were containers of antacid, boxes of anti-gas medicine and a crusty pink bottle that once held something to assist with tummy troubles. John frowned when he picked it up. The bottle did not look like something he would willingly consume, even in an emergency. In fact it looked like it would increase any issues rather than curing them. He looked at the expiration date and found it was five years past.
The pink bottle went into the bathroom trash can. It was followed by a twelve year old bottle of cough syrup that he was certain had mutated into something more hallucinogenic than anything else. There were now two distinct layers of liquids in the bottle and when he shook it they combined for only a moment before splitting out again.
‘Not trying that,’ he decided.
He turned back to the medicine cabinet. There were allergy medicines of all varieties. The ones he could take if he needed to work and those he could take if he needed to sleep. There were those that claimed non-drowsy status but made him feel like he was moving through a fog. There were also ones that for some reason made him feel as though he had chugged twelve espressos but still left him with a stuffed up nose.
Then there were the cough drops. It he was honest the cough drops took up more than two thirds of the space. There were many flavors, but nothing for his pounding headache.
Ten til Midnight 