Tate Chennis-Colbran

Time for Sleep

As you quietly sit in the disturbingly bright white reception of the sleep centre, you can’t help but feel uncomfortable in this empty room with just you and the automated receptionist behind the desk. You think back to when you were younger and how this is reminiscent of when you used to go to the doctors with your mother. There was always that nice lady behind the desk greeting everyone with a smile, you can almost remember the smell of her perfume and how, at the time, it was pungently overwhelming but now it’s something of nostalgia to you.