Exhaustion

Exhaustion is a unique feeling that emerges where only the sweet embrace of a flat surface can bring along an eternal relief.  That moment where when you lie down, your body begins to melt away and become one with the bed.  Your body no longer belongs to you.  Every muscle fades away until you realize that any movement will require a mental strength that you do not possess at this moment.  Maybe you never will regain the strength again.  But why move?  Everything you could ever wish for has been granted with this short respite from the day.  Now every blink of the eye progresses the day by a crooked number.  Whenever your lids shut, you are immersed in the middle of a new dream.  There is no beginning and there never is an end to the story.  You appear solely in the middle, ready to do what is required for the present crisis.  Of course when the moment overwhelms or underwhelms, you deftly regain consciousness only to dive headfirst into another story with subsequent blinking.  True to form, the story changes, but the timing never does.  You blink again and return to an old pirate tale, where the bombardment is already underway.  Before you can face the mutiny of your dastardly crew, you awake again, head fraught with exhaustion.  To move would be foolish, and most importantly, physically impossible.  Re-acquaintance with the world begins with a flushing of blood to the front of your head, or so it feels.  Who has ever woken up refreshed from a sleep designed to ward off the all-encompassing exhaustion?  Confronting the world as a tired soul is far better than being ripped from the beauty of heavenly rest.  Why would anyone ever want to cut short paradise?  Better to never experience it than to long for its passing spirit or anticipate its glorious second coming.  There’s nothing more to do but trudge on and wait for that heralded moment where the body again succumbs to exhaustion and basks in that sweet reward of a few unconscious hours.