Theodore
As I wake up, it takes my brain a couple of minutes before it starts working properly.
It doesn’t feel like I’m having a sleep paralysis, though.
It has been a while since I’ve had one of those.
It feels more like my body is too exhausted to move.
Maybe my soul is just as tired as my body is as I can’t seem to keep my eyes open even if my brain is now fully functioning.
By the time I can finally move, I feel like I have been run over by a bus.
Every one of my muscles hurts, every move reminding me of how stupid I am.
What a diva.
I fight myself to my feet and drag my frame to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I smile as I open my cupboards to find a bit of sugar, and am reminded of just how pathetic my life without Nathanael is.
And how empty it feels.
