4:32
A Short Story
My allergies have gotten the better of me. Sleep is but an illusion, an elusive temptress, luring me to my inevitably sleep-deprived death.
All I can do is wait. Wait for the somber decline into a restless sleep, one filled with glossy eyes and a red nose.
That is not to say that sleep does not tempt me still. It is to say that while awake, we are still offered the ability to dream. To dream of where we can go with the time we now have.
Sleep will come once again, but for now, I will live on awake, with glossy eyes and a red nose.
[getting up to window at @TimHortons ]
[i ordered a cappuccino]
Me: What is this?
Employee: An iced cappuccino
Me: ? I ordered a normal cappuccino ?
Employee: yes, here you go
Me: cappuccinos are hot?
Employee: oh if you order a cappuccino we put in an iced capp
Me: wut