Hi-ho and hello.
The house is cool, chilled to a comfortable temperature, leaving those resting reveling in their comfort.
It is the first day though; a first day of summer heat that hasn’t infected the spoils of our resting hours.
And for the strangest reason, I had thought my body would have had me rest. Though it didn’t, it wasn’t egregiously assaulting, the body just woke me when I thought it’d lay dormant and still. But like Vesuvius erupting the joints come blistering with pangs and burning, a torrid of thrashing sensations that are invisibly rioting through this flesh. My eyes open, emblazoned, staring at the blank slate above me, and I know I’m the first awake. I can hear their deep slumber, their chortled snores of the quite sort and a shifting of feet underneath the sheets.
My body screams against the meandering course of the metal frame beneath my stolid body and I creak at the sign of movement like a widowed old house.
My routine is followed to the gallows that hold my coffee hostage for the moments before I have it jutting into the large mug awaiting my lips. This dark elixir, my crutch for a fatigue, holds me close to the heart, awaiting a fitting body wrecked and exhausted from living, being.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.
I thank you for the continued time and again liking my posts and following my discoveries.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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