hey bud *wraps you up in a blanket* i know today might have been hard for you *ruffles your hair* but you made it through the day *boops your nose* you’re doing such a good job *kisses your forehead* and i am so proud of you
Barely any light.
The fan still whirs, soothing sticky-sweat skin on not-quite-cool sheets.
City sounds slide in through the humming blades.
Somewhere someone’s bass thumps, keeping night’s time.
My body knows it’s
not the time to wake yet but-
somehow here I am, mind tugged up through layers of sleep and I try to move.
I take a moment, assess my skin,
bound and tethered to the sheet above my head.
Darren Criss performing What is it, uh!
me: ok i’m gonna write opitw today
day: no ur not
me: ok maybe tomorrow
tomorrow: here i’ll let u get 100 words but that’s it
me: wow thx it feels good to get a bit of it done. tomorrow’s gonna be the time for my flood of inspiration, right?
life: maybe. we’ll see.
the next day: i was just kidding. ur only gonna write 200 words today.
me: but that was better than yesterday go me. tomorrow it’ll be even better.
tomorrow: nope. just 40 today.
me: why do i bother
aka how in two days it’ll be a month since i updated and i’ve only written 703 words of the next chapter so far