Eight

May 29th, 2024

He sits at his desk. He feels a cold breeze across his arms. His body is slumped. He is breathing shallow. His eyes blink, stay closed for a moment, then open again. He has no thought. His eyes open quick. He readjusts. He takes out a pen to write. The paper is yellow. He looks at it, blinks long again. He holds the pen. He is not writing. His body stays slumped. He yawns.

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