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pulled down

Fatigue hits my mind like a pillow steamroller, weighing my eyelids and flattening my consciousness each time they droop. I cannot stay functional, my thought threads keep breaking.
My kitty arrives, dropping down beside me from the headboard. I scratch his ears and soon fall asleep with him across my legs.

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