Tired

“Hello,” Dante mumbled into the cell phone.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Jenny chirped.

“Sleeping.”

“It’s like noon! Get up!”

“Did you need something?”

“Come to the mall with me. I got a job interview. I need something business casual,” Jenny said.

“Do you even know what business casual means?”

“No, that’s why I need you.”

“You might already have something, though.”

“Dante, get up. I will be at your door in thirty minutes.”

“I’m tired,” Dante said, trying not to sound too whiny.

“You are always tired,” Jenny said drawing out the words accusingly.

“This is real tired,” Dante said.

Dead air.

“Look, there are several types of tired. Like fatigue. That is just a little tired and can be fixed with coffee or something. Exhaustion is like extreme fatigue and means you need a nap or something. Then there is the type of tired you get when you’re sick.”

“You’re sick?”

“No. I’m a different tired, but it’s similar. It’s the tired where you’ve slept enough and are healthy, but you still can’t seem to find the energy to get out of bed.”

“Maybe you’ve slept too much. Get up. Going to the mall with me will wake you right up.”

“Maybe I was wrong; maybe it’s the kind of tired where I just don’t want to go to the mall with you.”

“Dante…”

“Business casual is like slacks or nice skirt and a blouse. Think Mad Men. Bye, Jenny.”

Beep. With a sign, Dante put the phone back on his dresser and rolled over. Just a few more hours.