I hit a big wall this weekend. I just crashed. I had no idea how exhausted I've become. The first sign was my first experience of night terrors earlier in the week: I woke at 4am screaming at the top of my lungs, positive there was somebody standing over me, shaking my shoulders.
Then yesterday, I just couldn't get up. Or when I did, I only made it to the sofa, where I promptly fell asleep. I was too tired to eat, too tired to shower. At 11pm I walked to the corner store to get an ice lolly and saw the biggest moon you've ever seen glaring down at me. Beautiful as I find them, full moons always take a lot out of me.
Today, all I can think of is getting on a plane. I know it sounds childlike, but I just want somebody to take care of me for a week; to get my groceries and cook my dinners and dress my bed. This Admiral's Cottage holiday home looks impossibly nice and restful.
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