As Dustin opened his eyes, he knew today was not going to be the right day to work. The last thing he wanted to do today was work on a construction site for 10 hours, let alone move. Trying to identify objects in the room was a difficult task, and Dustin's muscles ached from moving, and unpacking a fuck ton of boxes from the day before. He sighed, as he knew he had to see to be able to call his boss to use his sick day. Dustin took a deep breathe in, and then felt around his bed for his glasses, hoping he wouldn't have to move from it. He didn't find them there. With hesitation, Dustin then slowly shuffled out of his bed and felt across the counter top for his glasses. Usually they were kept in a case (which Dustin called the tomb because he never used them) but since he had had run out of contacts a week ago, they were outside of the coffin, ready to be used another time. After a minute or two of searching, Dustin grabbed his glasses and put them onto his head, fixing his vision in a matter of seconds. Then, he looked around for his phone, grabbed it, and called his boss.
"Hello?" his boss said, cranky and tired.
"Hi" Dustin said raspily, pretending to be sick.
"Is this a call about work?" his boss prodded.
"Yeah, I was wondering if I could stay home today and use one of my sick days, I'm really out of it." he replied.
"Sure, but you better be at work bright and early tommorow," he finished, matter-of-fact like.
"Yeah, that's, fine." Dustin replied hesitantly.
"Okay, see you then!' His boss replied. The phone call then cut off, and Dustin was left alone, for a day off. For a day of relaxation.