I can't feel my arms. I don't know the time, but it's still dark out. If I had to guess it's three something, I'm always waking at three something... but today I can't feel my arms. I can feel the saliva making it's way across my cheek, and I want to wipe it away, but both of my arms are asleep, and the rest of my appendages are wrapped up in my bedding. I'm stuck, pinned down, by my traitorous body, to this death trap of a mattress.
Right about now, sleeping alone doesn't seem like the preferred scenario that it is, but that's just my panic at work. I don't like the feeling of being restrained, so I'm trying not to lose my composure. I need to get out of this entanglement the only way I'm certain will work... I throw all my available force to my left and roll towards the edge of the bed. One more roll should do it...
Created: May 12, 2017Morosemaggie Document Media