Glomatosis

He stared cold into my eyes, as if I were mistaken. I extended my hand, four nickels, two dimes and five dollar bill. Exact change.

"What exactly do you take me for sir?"
I didn't quite know what to answer. I studied the change in my hand, rolling it about, re-counting it. He watched intently, twitching his moustache. It was all there, every penny yet he would not accept. I looked at my items on the counter; all I wished for was to be home and alone with them. They gleamed in the fluorescent light despite his ominous shadow looming over them. He could have kept me there all day if he so pleased; there was no way I was leaving.
"Sir, dawdling is not permitted, I will have to ask you to leave."
Why was he doing this? Why was this-

I awoke, it was raining outside. She lay still beside me, her chest rising and falling, just as I left her.