Like a king desperately plotting his last few moves before he is overtaken, I plot my path around our kitchen. Using each movement to complete as many of my tasks as possible.
When exhaustion was an uncomplicated feeling years ago, life was so blessedly simple. Even if I had pain back then, at least I was able to move without feeling my exhaustion blackout creep closer and closer.
Each move brings the shadowy figure closer to swallowing me whole. With exhaustion, moments are so precious and easy to-dos are a prayer answered.
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