My fingers are hesitating as I’m typing this, I barely shed a sweat from the tip of my fingers. My hands are pleasantly groggy, same goes for the palms, resting against the heat of my laptop like a crappy cheap furnace. I could be the modern-day version of the little match girl, except, I’m being comforted by the warmth of some technology. That sounded millennial to my ears.
Then, there are my eyes, wandering around the gloomy four corners I called home. The main focal point is my laptop’s dimly lit screen, but my eyes seem to space out into the abyss. When I snapped out of my dooze, my eyelids felt heavy- it was doing so many push-ups in a row, that’s how fucking exhausted I am. So, what’s the solution? Go grab a cup of coffee or some energy drink? Well, it’s practically useless, I’m picky about what caffeine goes into my system. Basically, I’m not a coffee person.
Still, I’m sleepy and it’s a pretty feeling. You give no absolute fucks about anything. Your thoughts, memories and conscience are sleepy, they are enclosed in a box, only to be open when you’re fully awake. The world will feel new and hazy like you’ve just been born. Wouldn’t it be peaceful to forever be sleepy? Strange, it makes me want to relive the days of preschool napping sessions.
It’s 4 AM, I seriously need to sleep.
Rhapsody of Solitary 