Bright Light

It’s 3:09AM and holy shit I am hydrated.

A fuzzy head floats down the hallway, hamstrings stretch and pull like the clothes drying in the back.

Swift movements as the urge grows, smooth movements in hopes to not shake awake.

A hand thrown up and down the wall, searching for a jolt of electricity, ope wait there it is and by golly a jolt it is.

Eyes shrink into my head as if they were insulation dropped into watter

sizzle sizzle sizzle

………………………….

Look in the reflection through the yellow crusted vision machines. Is that me?

Yes?

Oh, hello indeed it is!

Side smile to remind the vessel in the reflection that it is killing it, an attempt to remember the story that ended due to unfurling hydration.

Vision machines close off the light, thinking machine is beginning to spin.

Ok nice, I hope the 2.4 gallons of water wasnt loud enough to wake another vessel.

Wash your hands half assedly. Does it matter at 3:11AM?

Pitter patter.

Fuzzy head floats back to its spot indented into a sack of cotton,

Intents to press repeat on a screaming alarm in hopes to dream one more time.