getting up after taking a sleeping pill is a challenge. even though i give myself the 8+ hours of sleep recommended it fucks with my mind. Sunday morning I woke up and could not bear to pull myself out of bed. not only was I weighed down with several heavy blankets, but my mind was hazy and slow. i stayed in bed, groggy and literally terrified that i wouldn't be able to get up. it felt like a giant squid's tentacles were tightly wrapping my body and limbs... i kept thinking that the suction tentacles were injecting a slow but steady stream of poison into my body to keep me from leaving my bed. it was only after i said a prayer that i had the ja-sheen to pull myself up...
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