Nodding Off

The pulse of a muscle. The scent of stale sweat from another restless night. The Fading foggy haze of a dream interrupted by The screeching drone of the alarm clock. For how long? Pulse. Muscles and bones aching for the rest it was deprived of. Ignoring the alarm over my head and am dragged back into sleep.  Pulse. The sunlight creeps in and pulls at my eyelids. Suddenly aware of the continued drones of the alarm. Is that thing still going off? She sprang out from behind her down-filled cocoon and stretched the life into her arms fully exposed to the sunlight. A rejuvenating short exhale bring her the first true breath of the morning. She dragged her sleep paralyzed corpse over to the fridge and cracked open a pbr it was her reward for voluntarily getting up before noon.