Attention-Seeking Behavior(Fiction, possible title)

 ome original fiction, right from my journal. This is part one, maybe of about twenty in this form.

Kyla usually hated mornings. But she especially hated waking up dazed and ever so slightly bloated, with what she was sure must have been a weird dream clinging to her consciousness.

Indeed, the other side of the blue sheet she was lying on was smooth and flat; nobody had been in bed with her since her mother had climbed in to straighten the sheets the week before.

“It felt so real.” She mumbled under her breath, and her roommate slash attendant heard and said “You’re looking rough.”
“Are you allowed to talk to me like that? I might report you to the union.”
“You’d have to get us one first. We attendants are totally the exploited proletariat.”
“Are you really asking me to feel sorry for you?!”
“Not really.” The attendant smiled. “I took a shot. “ Her eyes turned appraising and narrowed. “Are you really okay?” Jess asked after helping Kyla into her wheelchair, where she landed with an oh-so-flattering smack. That sounded really sexy, Kyla thought as she did many mornings. I am cute right now.“Had a wild weekend?”
Kyla was overcome with a brief wave of nausea that made sweat bead out on her forehead. “Not for a few years,” He was cute…kind of a bad idea. Maybe more that she was square enough to send him a Christmas card. Like he was a client, or family, or something
Jess said “Well, you do eat like a raccoon in a garbage dumpster. Maybe you have something food-borne.”
“You make my food.” She found the frosty glass of coke that jess left her and for an instant Kyla understood about fountains of youth.
“Okay, *we* eat like raccoons, okay?" 

To Be Continued...