Hello you lovely people! How was your week? I hope it went well :)
Oh, and 200 views? I'm stumped! Yeah, sure, only one rev came up, but hey! At least someone had the guts to!
Anywho, here we are!
Session 2: Sandman
The woman glanced up from her papers, "Sandman?"
Sandy nodded, stifling a yawn and blinked sleepily. He pointed at her and then formed a question mark.
The woman just stared at him, as though she didn't understand him, "I'm sorry, could you elaborate your question?"
Sandy frowned for a minute before taking a stray paper and pen and wrote down the question.
"I am Nourie, but for now you may know me as Ms. Therapist."
The man nodded.
"So, Sandy," she started, pulling out a paper from the bunch of them she had on her desk, "It says that you fall asleep excessively? Unable to stay awake at times?"
The Sandman shook his head furiously.
"I see." she clucked her tongue, "How long has this been going, Sandman?"
Sandy shrugged.
Nourie sighed stiffly, "Mind rearranging the words of that? I don't understand sign language."
Sandy huffed and pulled the paper again, he wrote down his answer and placed it on the desk.
She looked down at it, "Since forever, hmm?" the woman nodded to herself, "Well, after gathering my information, I can safely say that you have hypersomnia, which is excessive daytime sleepiness. There could be many reasons for this, one is stress, or head trauma or tumors, or misalignments of the body's circadian pacemaker with the environment, or many other causes. Now, I would recommend drinking coffee every time you feel tired or-"
She stopped talking to find the golden man snoring away softly on his chair.
Nourie ran a finger over the golden substance on her desk, "Or," she mused in low voice as she stared at the golden sand on her finger, "It could be from the ungodly amount of dreamsand that coats you."
The fan that was conveniently placed blew the dreamsand that was on her desk into her eyes. Before the therapist could register what was happening, she fell on her desk, fast asleep.
Sandy cracked and eye open and grinned, the door of the office opened quietly and Jack's head popped out, "Hey, she asleep yet?"
He gave him a thumbs up before floating away and both ran out.
Sometime later, a dark figure entered through the open door and let his Nightmare roam freely over the therapist's head before slinking out.
Opinions people! Like? Hate? Sorry it's short, but so is Sandy XD
Hypersomnia is real people! There some who really suffer this! I dedicate this chapter to all people with this disorder!
Oh, and suggestions are gladly accepted!
Cheerio's!
