THE CUBICLE

Michael is a jobless youth living in New York in a small cubicle, little does he know the cubicle talks back...

CHAPTER TWO

Michael woke up in his small cubicle devoid of good rest and wanted to sleep again. "Come on Sandman give me sleep!" He commanded the god of slumber give me rest!" He commanded the God of the sleep realm. Dead prayers. Michael was distraught and sad.

He was in a conundrum but he loved sleep. Dreaming was his only escape as he did not fancy going out into the world. He would sleep all day and all night to only be woken up by the loud music by his neighbours playing very loud trap and hip hop music.

He opened the door and saw his neighbour Dante smoking a spliff. "Good morning Michael" said Dante. "Still can't sleep? I have something for that!" He said. Michael gave him a disgusting look and slammed the door. "You know you need it Mike!" Yelled the big African American as he closed the door. He was a drug dealer selling all kinds of versatile drugs from dope to weed to Fentanyl.

Now Michael was thinking about the cross roads as the medication from the Doctor were not working. He only had about a couple of hundred dollars to keep him going from the next six months from his previous job that he saved up.

As he was staring at the ceiling as the loud hum of the bass music pulsated through his veins and made him go nuts. He did not know how to go about the situation and Dante was not to be trusted.

"Good morning Michael" said the voice in his head. "Who are you?" He asked inquisitively. The voice in his head disappeared after asking his hallucination. "Great! Now I am hearing voices damn!" He said.

He had a theory that he was now falling into madness. "What the fuck! Am I going to do now?!" Said Michael. His doctor cautioned him to get out more but he was never comfortable around people and he always had an extreme pain of anxiety and social pressure that would leave him paralysed.

Hours go by, and the Sandman finally answered his prayers, he fell asleep like a rock. And was now drowsy from the medication and fatigue. "Good evening Michael" said the voices in his head which were heavily quaint and unusual.

Suddenly, his phone rang and it was his good friend from college, Brian was his childhood friend and would always check up on him even at the wee hours of the night. Whenever Michael was on his mind he always made sure to check up on him.

He always revelled at his friend for he was a good friend always was never judging Michael or his struggles. During the winter Brian took Michael to the hospital after his suicide attempt and was there all the way in his recovery.

And now as a development exist he needed more of his help without condescending his morals.