Friday, July 20, 2018

Dream On ~ Part 25

“Wasn’t that hard though?” asked Cordel as she helped her gather up the Chinese food. “I hate being hungry.”
“That’s where the carrots come in,” said Arlyn. “I’ve always loved carrots, so instead of running for the carbs, I ran for the carrots in-between meals. That being said, I do allow myself to have a meal like this on occasion. Food is very much a comfort to me as much as it is fuel for my body, so I also took up swimming, which I found to be stress reducing, created a schedule that would work for me, and cut out all caffeine.”
“No caffeine, that sounds painful, as a narcoleptic, I figured caffeine would be your go to,” admitted Cordel.
“I have to stick to my schedule, which includes naps,” said Arlyn. “If I’m drinking caffeine, then I risk getting off my schedule because the caffeine is keeping me from having a good rest.”
“Wow,” said Cordel. “I had no idea it was so complicated.”
“Most people don’t,” said Arlyn, as she gather the leftovers and headed to the fridge. “Most people see an exaggerated, stereotype in T.V. and movies and think narcolepsy is just falling asleep in the blink of an eye or used for comedic purposes.”
“Doesn’t that piss you off?” asked Cordel, as he put the plates into the dishwasher.
“It used to,” said Arlyn. “Now I find it annoying and ignorant, so I advocate as much as I can for awareness. But that is enough about me.” She looked at her watch. “We still have two hours of interview time left and we have to get busy talking about you and this book.”
Cordel rubbed his hands together and joked, “Well, I am my favorite subject.”

Chapter 8

“We made some really good progress,” said Arlyn as she walked Cordel to the door. “I think those embarrassing stories are just what this book needs.” She gave him a wink.
“I do have veto rights,” he joked back, “and you’ve signed a nondisclosure, so my secrets are legally safe with you.”
Arlyn laughed. “Any big plans for tonight?”
Cordel shrugged as she opened the door. “I’m feeling like an Indiana Jones marathon is in the works for me.”
“Fun,” said Arlyn, “enjoy, I’ve never watched them.”
Cordel stopped in his tracks. “What?”
“I don’t watch a lot of movies,” admitted Arlyn. “I hardly ever get through them without falling asleep.”
“These aren’t just movies,” countered Cordel. “They’re history! They’re action! They’re romance! They’re iconic!”
“Well you enjoy,” said Arlyn. “See you tomorrow.”
“Tell me your schedule for tonight,” said Cordel.
Arlyn gave him a side look, but answered anyway. “Nap, answer e-mails, eat a light dinner, work, read, and then bed. Why?”
“How long is your nap?” asked Cordel.
“About ninety minutes,” answered Arlyn. “Why?”
Cordel shrugged. “I just don’t want to be ignorant.”
“Mmm … kay,” Arlyn said slowly. “Thanks I guess. See you tomorrow.”
She closed the door and walked over to the couch smiling. It had been a great afternoon with Cordel. She couldn’t remember the last time she had just sat and gotten to know someone like that, much less let them get to know her.
She yawn and smiled as she laid down on the couch. As she drifted off to sleep, she swam in the gray blue eyes of Cordel Foster.

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