In Which Ella is Fatigued

My body is tired. I don’t know why, but it is. I suppose that this is what you call fatigue, that type of exhaustion that doesn’t touch your head or make you feel bleary-eyed and confused.

All I want to do is lie down and rest. You know, do that thing where you close your eyes and slip into that second place that isn’t really sleep or awake, where you can just hang suspended for hours and hours at a time.

And I am a champion rester. I can rest for days, if needed. I can rest even if I’m feeling particularly poorly and my medication had just been changed, leaving me feeling every side effect listed on the bottle and then some other ones that didn’t make the cut.

But I’m feeling okay right now, a little slow, a little avoidant. I’m just fatigued. It’s weird, a bit concerning, but nothing bad, I suppose. I’ll get my energy back soon enough.

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