As Tired As The Rain
Pelting on the roof
She lay lifeless in her bed. Still as a cucumber in a packed draw.
She wasn’t dead. Just dead tired.
Her energy seeped out and was absorbed into the sky. It fell back down upon her like the rain pelting at her roof.
The phone, her phone. It sat so far away. She wanted it so she could call in sick to work. She was too tired to go.
But.
If she got up she might as well go. Didn’t want to waste the effort of pulling back the duvet.
She lay there. Still as a cucumber in a packed draw.
If only I was a carrot, she thought. If I were a carrot no one would expect me to get up for the day.
She dreamed of being a carrot. The orange colour, so bright and happy. The thought made her smile as she drifted off to sleep.
Hours later she awoke. Refreshed as a crisp cucumber. She pulled back the duvet and checked her phone.
Nine missed calls from her boss.
Oops.
