CALL OF ADJUSTMENT

GREG:

I continued tossing on the bed despite many failures to get extra sleep. My body calls for a wake, yet I coiled under the duvet Granny had provided last night, chasing for more. With the chilly weather, anyone could wish nothing but to lay and snore in laziness. It is a relief that Granny had left me the night without supper. I'd thought she would nag and cry me out of bed to have some dinner with them.

Having lunch with Granny and Mr. Ben yesterday was doable. It was the first time I ever use the same table with anyone who isn't blood-related. The familiarity was new to Mr Ben too, he awkwardly ate his food and kept his face lowered to his plate until I voiced against it. That exact reaction is one of the two I dislike seeing in anyone around me, but I have come to reasonable terms with it since most of the employees at home who happens to see my masked face act that way, while few suddenly become respectful and loyal. I could differentiate the two reactions and the latter is t