The Thrumming Darkness

I’m gonna try one of these where I film in the dark and speak with a breathy voice and broken rhythm about how I’m in too much pain to do anything else.

My head hurts. It’s been getting worse for 4 hours. Even after I’ve laid in the dark, and had some ice water, and relaxed in the cool air, and medicated the pain. I hope that tomorrow will find me in better condition, but sleep is hard to find while my skull thrums and pulses.

It’s better in the dark though, so I’ll go back there. I’ll listen to Dog and Shanda snore next to me, fading in and out of synchronization, leading each other through the sleep I long to join.

ZiB

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