9 hours and 30 minutes of screentime, my head hurt when I looked away and the sounds of all that surrounded me rushed into my ears to compensate.
To compensate for all the filtering I was doing unconsciously, too immersed into the 5 inches of screen.
Eyes that forgot to blink were now sensitive to the air conditioner’s tiny display light, what could a tiny 24 do in the dead of the night?
The sensation of chilled air on my bare calves was higher than ever, my body had begun making up for my absence from real time.
In any case, my face started to distort from my mind, my facial muscles hurt, especially the corrugator supercili.
Furrowed brows, a constant frown, a constant stream of thoughts, tempting me to drown.
I was begging for a moment of silence from a god I did not believe in, but if nowhere would feel like home, what use would it be leaving?
I started to mute the screams of the world, be it the fan or an angry dog, stuffed my head under layers of pillows. I laid down in a position I was sure would distort my figure.
I pleaded sleep to come engulf me, either now or forever.
writer’s note: this was a little bit more on the depressing side, if you relate to it, I’m sending you a big virtual hug.
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