Reset Forty-Six, Day Six

[rejectomorph]

I keep putting my head down on the table and napping, like we did in kindergarten. I didn't like doing that in kindergarten. The table smelled bad, and it was uncomfortable. I didn't like kindergarten. I would much rather have stayed home and played quietly in a corner of my living room, or looked at pictures in books, or gazed out the window. But now I can put my head on the table and nap, as uncomfortable as it remains. It's because I'm a lot more tired than I used to be.

My eyes like to close these days, and not see the world. Sunday the world was mostly sunny, at least in this corner, but it never got very warm. I also never got around to eating a meal. The thought of it nauseated me. Eventually, after a long middle of the night nap, I ate a dozen soda crackers with peanut butter and butter. I love butter. I love to sleep too, which is what I will do again soon. My brain no longer wants to see the world. It's had some butter, and that's enough for today. It should be enough for any day.