My eyes feel heavier than my limbs. I have been chasing sleep for days now with no avail. Lights, noise, or movement have kept the illusive luxury just out of my reach. The introspective thoughts stream through me but the fog that seems to have taken up residents in my brain, forbids me from grabbing them. I struggle to place my muscles in any functional direction. Coordination, which has never really been my friend, seems more a foe today than in any past memory. My body can hardly stomach the idea of running from gate to gate. Instead I think I may make my bed in the afternoon corridor. I search for my imaginary friend. Some one who can check the boards and continually list me on flight after flight. I wonder if my sleep-deprived delusions can be considered a TSA violation. I wonder if the airlines have a limit on the number of days a person can go without showering and still be allowed on a plane.
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