Lethargic Haze

do not trust your drowned senses.

I picked up a midnight dessert and stuffed it into my mouth as if to spite my uncomfortable fullness.
I sat down to watch a TV show with my sister. When I got up, my legs were sore and stiff even though I've only lounged around for the past two weeks. I got up, brows knitted, and did a few lunges to stretch my growing calf muscles.

I ignored the dizziness that struck me in my concentration during a freewrite. I paused only when the words started to shake, yanking out my earbuds and glaring fixedly around the room at different objects to refocus my vision and equilibrium. I remembered the blow of stale air that surprised me every time I entered the house, which happened every rare time that I left it. I got up and pushed the window open and jumped around to clear my head.