[Worm]

HALCYON

It was strange, ever since he'd started sleepwalking, Hal never felt rested. He stood in the shower, but he didn't feel like he was in his body. Sure, he scrubbed, but this was just muscle memory. Inside his head, all he could think of was this voice that seemed to call out to him. It said his name. It sounded like someone he knew but he couldn't place it.

It was 3:00 PM and he was actually on time for work today. Bags under his eyes, yesterday's jeans, but no frown on his face today. He felt okay for once. Despite the gurgling stomach. He wasn't sure how he managed to down so much food, but working at a diner seemed to spoil him. He didn't make much, but his apartment wasn't worth a dime anyways. As long as he could eat, he was more than happy.

As he walked in, his boss tapped him on the shoulder. "Ey Hal, don't go so heavy on the drinks tonight. I heard you stumbled out last night." Jefe rubbed his back and continued towards the kitchen. "You're on barfront tables. Be good or be careful!" His voice echoed throughout the kitchen's clamor.