Three petals seem to reach out from this pink spider mum to touch the blue rain falling down.
It’s 3 am and I force my heavy eyelids open, trying to focus on the words on the screen… where I left off… but it’s like trying to read an eye chart through fog. I glance at the clock and, in a blink, an hour’s gone!
My arm starts to tingle with the dull sensation of renewed blood flow, and the pins and needles strike like a charging mob is trying to break out of me with tiny pitchforks. That’s the real clue that it’s time to give in, I’ve already lost the battle.
This flower seems thirsty, its petals stretched out like fingers reaching for the rain. In the same way, I’d like to believe I’m reaching for my dreams as I struggle to stay awake… doesn’t that seem so poetic? Behind the scenes, though, my body is drooping like a flower without water, and it’s thirsty for sleep, so I finally give in and slip away.
What are these numbered posts all about? Read the introduction to my Photo & 100 Words project and find out!
