whyyyy

He was disconnected.

Exhaustion tossed him in and out of sleep like an antique ragdoll, fabric rotted from mold and mildew, torn with stuffing sticking from his limbs, he couldn't keep himself together, but he was doing it anyway, it wasn't so hard, he just had to respond to whatever words and colors and sometimes, even distinct shapes, pushed through a bizarrely literal fog strangling all-

Blink, and nothing, and a sigh.

Everything blurred, slurred, reality was a run-on sentence. Still, when he actually managed to mix words in between stammers and pauses for breath, his tone was remarkably measured. “It w-was  tricky... but I'm... alright, pretty much. Just a little... tired...” He nodded, yawned, forced his arm to detach from the blankets and move bit of hair from his eye. He didn't bother to put it back, he just allowed his elbow to slide down into the pillow, a hand resting on his forehead. He almost laughed. Somehow, it seemed that he should have melted into the blankets or something, but no, he was still him. It wasn't something that would be so easily changed, and even as he was now, he would see to that.