The commute to work had felt longer to Sebastian today. Even so, he had come to work
ready and energetic.
His workdays were largely regular. Come in the door, greet the manager who spent his
morning hours hanging around the entrance, take the elevator to the 4th floor, settle in in his
tiny little cubicle by the supporting pillar, and analyze spreadsheets of financial data.
Sometimes it surprised him that such large companies could make such terrible mistakes with
their money, but he had grown used to it.
Now, he sat at his little desk, a half-eaten burrito next to his grimy black keyboard.
Leaning back in his chair, he took his hands off the mouse and looked around the office, the
harsh white ceiling lights bearing down on him.
He glanced down at the bottom right corner of his screen. 2:06 PM. There was no reason
for him to feel tired at this hour of the day, yet here he was, feeling like he needed a nap.
For the past week, Sebastian had felt tired many times during the day. He had googled
what it could be, but he doubted he had anemia. Isaac had told him not to worry too much, that
sometimes life just gets to a person like that, but Sebastian was still slightly concerned.
This morning, he had tried a new drink, with quite a bit more caffeine in it, but
somehow he felt tired earlier than he had the days prior.
Isaac had suggested taking short naps during the day to combat the fatigue, but
Sebastian had deemed it unnecessary: he could always just sleep earlier. Now, though, it seemed
like quite a good idea.
He felt a slight ache in his head. This was quite common recently. It was a known side
effect of his OCD medication, but they had been coming more rapidly in recent times.
The ache in his head worsened slightly like a trash compactor squeezing in on his skull,
but then suddenly, it had passed.
Sebastian shook off the headache, and rested his head on the edge of his desk, supported
by his forearm. A little nap couldn’t hurt.