Mind bondage-1
When I realized she had been talking to me, I started and shook myself.
“I am sorry, I haven’t been sleeping well lately and I tend to zone out a bit. That’s actually why I came in. I don’t want something that will just put me to sleep, I am looking for something to help me regain a natural sleep cycle. Do you have anything like that?” My voice raised into a pleaful yet skeptical tone at the question. I didn’t think they would, or if they did, that I’d be able to afford it.
Still smiling, she replied, “I might have just the thing. First, I want to ask you a few questions to determine if we can help you. First of all, my name is Pamela. What’s your name?”
Her presence was relaxing to me, and even the smell of the store wasn’t getting on my nerves anymore.
“My name is Adele. Adele Brown.”
“Nice to meet you Adele. Come with me, we’ll go sit down and talk about what we can do for your issue.”
She led me to the back of the store where there were two threadbare couches upholstered in a ghostly red shade. I almost didn’t sit, fearing the couch would be home to rats or mice or spiders even, if not cockroaches, but I was, unsurprisingly, quite tired and they did look soft.
