I once spent nearly an entire year in this state. After returning from my soul-draining job each night I would refuse to actually concede to the fatigue
that I felt. Hours
would pass by, time
itself filtered through late night TV
, bad internet porn
, old books
not read in years—anything that would hold some small section of my brain
active. Eventually I would lose the battle
and retire to bed.
Upon waking, this feeling is replaced by staying in bed and dreaming because it's better than the alternative.