fitfully

is the best word to describe sleeping last night.  I was comfortable, thin t-shirt sheets, a light blanket and a heavy comforter, and yet, everything was strained.  I feel gaunt this morning.  my neck’s tight, my lower back’s in knots and I know I must have dreamed the entire night because the familiar fatigue of having wrestled something to a draw has set in, mentally and emotionally.  and now, everything looks heavier.  there’s a pair of needlenosepliars on a dark wood file cabinet that seem as if I could barely lift them.  even the fan seems to have trouble pushing the air.  perhaps time will move slowly as well.  I would like that.

yours,

Clifton