I
was feeling sleepy a few minutes ago, drowsy and heavy-eyed, but it occurred to
me, strangely enough, that this sleepiness was brand-new. I’ve been thinking a
lot lately about the simple fact that each moment of my life is completely new,
a totally fresh entrance of new sights and sounds and thoughts, and it made
sense, as I thought about my drowsiness, that it, too, was completely new. It
was, you might say, a fresh drowsiness, a clean, unspoiled, up-to-the minute
tiredness. It was fatigue, but a pristine, mint-condition fatigue. My yawns
seemed flawless, just right. My eyelids were closing with freshness and
sparkle. It was lethargy of the latest, new-fangled kind.
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