Why can’t I move?
I’m awake. I have been for an hour. I know for sure this isn’t a dream. Not a sleep paralysis demon in sight.
So why can’t I move?
I can feel every muscle in my body. Well, what’s left of them, anyway. They’re working.
I just don’t know why they feel so heavy.
Everything feels so heavy.
I pour all my energy into my arm. Journey of a thousand miles.
I heave my arm towards the ceiling, flinging the upper half of my weighted blanket off.
Good. Now I can breathe a little better.
But my arm is dead, and everything’s still heavy.
Move, Kronii.
Get the fuck up you sack of shit.
You got plenty of sleep last night, what excuse do you have for being so tired?
You don’t fucking do anything at all, why the FUCK ARE YOU SO TIRED?
Where is all your energy going? Not to streaming. Sure as hell not to working out.
Come on. Please.
Please.
Just… just lift your head or something. Anything.
Okay, ready? We’re gonna sit up. Breathe. 3… 2… 1… and uuuuuup we go…
Okay, that didn’t work. Got halfway. Gravity’s just stronger today. That must be it.
Fuck it. Try again. That was a warmup. Didn’t count.
3… 2… 1… and uuuuuuuuuupppppppp…
…
Whew. Alright. Not bad, Kronii. You managed to do one sit up. Only took you an hour and a half this time.
Alright, where’s my phone…? Lemme just reach over and grab it…
OW! Fuck, almost forgot I had that muscle. Good to know it’s still alive enough to hurt.
Okay, what time is- fuck.
My stream.
Was scheduled.
For five minutes ago.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
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TAKE
YOUR
TIME