The voice is gentle at first, but persistent.
C’mon, girl, you’ve got to get up. It’s time. Nicky? Nicky!
Less gentle now, much more persistent.
I grab my pillow, lift it and bury my head beneath it in a pathetic attempt to silence that voice. The persistence turns to mockery.
Idiot! As if a pillow can stop you from hearing the voices in your own damn head!
~ It will if I turn over and suffocate myself with it.
There’s no reply.
~ Huh. Not so pushy now, are you?
Sorry, did you say something? I left for a second to get your mom’s voice. Wanna try being a smartass with her?
Uh huh. Call me names if you want to. It’s not going to change anything. You need to get your ass out of this bed. It’s time.
~ Cut me some slack. The past few days have been absolutely grueling!
Yeah, poor you. Partying in Las Vegas. Pass me a tissue.
~ Hey! Be fair, it was for WORK!
Uh huh. Whatever. Get up. It’s time.
~ But I’ve got nothing!!
Look, there are some very wonderful, lovely, concerned people that took the time out of their busy schedules to check in on you and make sure you were okay. I’m not the one who promised them that you’d be back once you got home from Sin City. So get your lazy ass out of bed and WRITE SOMETHING!
(Nicky’s mom’s voice)
Sweetie, you stay right where you are. You’re tired. You’re uninspired. It doesn’t matter that there are people who love you and who have worried about you and miss you. They can wait. After all, it’s not like THEIR feelings matter, right? What’s really important is YOU and YOUR feelings. And you absolutely have the right to feel sorry for yourself and wallow in self-pity.
~ Oh for the love of Cheese! Fine. I’m up. Look, I’m logging in. Okay? Are you happy now?
I suppose, although I’d be happier if you’d pick up the phone every now and again and call me, but I guess that would be too much to ask for really.