It flows through my body. It almost feels alive, as though there's something living inside of it. I close my eyes and I hear everything. I touch my face, it feels more than usual. I have to open my eyes eventually. Slowly, then I can savour it. Reality; it's back. Back as I open my eyes.
It's still flowing. I can feel it. Now my stomach is in knots, not the good knots. I close my eyes again, and I think a good thought, and I get goosebumps. The good kind of goosebumps.
Tired. Tired. Fatigue.
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