Dotted

Within reach....

 

I see all there is to do. I feel exhausted. Each move I make takes another drop of my energy.

Another day. A day of assignments, duties, locations, and time all mixed and blended together.

I feel diminished. I have enough energy to watch and observe. Every time I go to pick something up and try I make little to null progress.

My head is cloudly, my thoughts foggy.

 

I just want my bed and peace with a hint of quiet.

Let me sleep and fall into a slumber. 

 

Restore my levels.

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