Paranormal

Head feels heavy. Eyelids ready to shut itself. No strength to squint the brightness away. But I gotta stay awake. Responsibilities and all that jazz. My bed is calling from my flat to this overcharging, yet run down taxi.

Shit, wrong window, apparently. But no muscle power to dwell into such pettiness.

I just need sleep.

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