Just Here In Bed

TheCheshireChris

I'm just this guy, you know?

To expand on that, I am also the following...

- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)

- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch

- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes

- Always too hard on myself


"I think I've reached my breaking point" he said, though nobody was there to listen save for a few dust bunnies under his bed.

He had been lying there for at least four hours just sort of staring at the ceiling of his motel room. It wasn't a grimy motel, but it also didn't have high standards. It was the definition of mediocre.

He blinked.

He sighed.

He turned his head to the clock and read the time.

"4:48 AM" he muttered to himself and the dust bunnies.

He tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable but he had the "jimmy legs" as his mom used to call it and was antsy.

He just couldn't stay still. He'd kick off the covers and then moments later, bundle back up in them in an unusual bedtime ballet.

The dust bunnies probably giggled if one assumes dust bunnies could do such things.

He kicked his leg out involuntarily. The motion annoyed him. Then there was an ache. This annoyed him too.

A long day followed by a long, sleepless night.

He sighed again.

The dust bunnies felt sorry for him this time.


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Jim Stitzel

Jim Stitzel

I've had my fair share of sleepless, restless nights. I feel for this character.

  • #2590 Posted 4 years ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Ugh. When you can't get comfortable, you can't shut your brain off, and you really need sleep. Not Fun.

  • #2611 Posted 4 years ago
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