Thing is calling for action. Calling for movement! Calling for me to drag my half dead ass off the single mattress that sits on the floor of my bedroom. Damned slave to this alarm! I hit a button marked Alarm On/Off and find myself in the bathroom. Got under the shower and worked the soap around. Felt like I was barely alive. Like I was locked in a coma. Man Overboard! Felt like I should be on a respirator in a hospital, flowers by the bed, little tear stained cards, maybe a stuffed bear on the windowsill. Got out and dried off. I was thinking about depression. Wondering if I was depressed. Ma more...
