I had convinced myself that sunlight was a stimulant, so i slept with curtains open, allowing dawn to break against my face – but my eyelids never fluttered.
I had argued to myself that my aural cognition was highly acute, so the speakers remained orange, the playlist on loop, but my eyes failed to flutter.
I had promised that conversation stirred my cells, so I left the battery in and asked for you to call, yet my tongue lay heavy on the roof of my oral floor, and my eyelids barely fluttered.
So I consigned myself to sleep, knowing that if I only sow what I reap, I would forever have a harvest of dreams.
Very interesting narrative and descriptive. I liked it.
although…”roof of my oral floor” a bit upside down :)