Tired

            Hey, anyone who reads this blog . . . if there is anyone who does . . . I got caught up in other things today and I’m exhausted, so this will be a short blog about my tiredness (Yay?).

            My head drifts towards my shoulders. My arms pull toward the ground. My shoulders try to follow them. My lower back curves in as if that would give me more support. My legs tell me not to tempt them or they just might give way. My knees echo the call for me to be careful. I can feel the blisters forming on the bottom of my feet. My whole body tells me how sore I’m going to be tomorrow.

            My mind tells me all the things I need to do though. Its only interruptions are the song snippets it sings to me. Why can’t those songs be lullabies? Why can’t my brain be quiet so that I can go to sleep?

            Everything pulls me down, to sleep where I am at. The bed is softer though. Ahh, softness. Good night, you. Sleep tight, you. Wake bright tomorrow, you.