April 4 — Sickness
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read
The fatigue hit him for the third time at lunch. He was reading last week’s copy of The Seattle Weekly, and his head slumped against the palm of his hand. He blinked several times — long, intense, deliberate blinks — as if his eyelids could somehow wipe away and expel the intangible weight that hung thickly in his skull like a balloon inflated with peanut butter.
He couldn’t go on. Of course he could, but he knew this was the first faint stages of exhaustion. It was a glimmer of what Henry Worsely felt before bowing to the oppressive cold of the arctic and ultimately succumbing to its wear. It was what Frodo and Sam felt when forced to march through Mordor disguised as orcs.
