Zombie
I walk the streets in a daze. The early morning sun’s rays beating on my previously air-conditioned crown… I take no effort to raise my drooped eyelids. I would be walking aimlessly if not for the phrase that keeps repeating over and over in my head: "find me a bed to lay my head…" I go through the motions almost involuntarily… And thankfully find myself in my room, head to the pillow. "Sleep take me…NOW"
