Z

Tired, sleeping and sleepy, nodding off and back up inside and outside of thinking. Trees fling past and the sugar-watery sodas have long since evaporated from your system. You can feel your eye-sockets throb like miniature migraine explosions pushing against the outside world, asking  you for sleep, sleep, sleep. The blood pumps slow and the ordinary concerns of life seem distant like a postcard photograph. I’m tired and I want to go home.