Tired
I lay on the comfort of my sofa with my thoughts, the soft pizza blanket covering me and producing a warm fuzzy feeling that addicts me to no end. The warm yellow light I forgot to turn off before embracing myself to the desires of a tired body. The clock in my eyelids was ticking and the gears behind them were starting to unwind. A half eaten slice of cake left on the counter, rotting with each second. All it took was one striking and momentous motion to get up. The stench of my unbrushed teeth begging for me to do the job. All it took was for my soul to take control of my physical amalgamation, a battle against time and I was losing. My brain was shutting down. It feels as though my soul is entrapped in a pleasing dream, a campfire on a chilly night, an oasis in a desert. I had no willpower left to fight anymore. Without realizing it, the gears have stopped. Darkness instantly covered me and gave my subconscious mind a theater.
