THE HEAVY, WOOL BLANKET

It covers me, weighing down, making me fatigued.

I want to get up, but it immobilizes me.

I am weary. Drowsy, I attempt to pull myself up, to go on.

The weight and the heat are increasing, it is swallowing me.

Dragged down into an abyss, I need to pull it off before it suffocates me.

I don't have energy to fight it. I am ready to give up.

I want to give in to the weight, let it completely cover me, consume me.

It would be easier than trying lift it off of me.

Do I succumb to it this time, or do I continue fighting it?