Life is good

He sat still, almost life less. He was teary eyed and his
mind was devoid of any thoughts.He could feel his heart
burn, and his vision was blurry.So drained out was he,
that his attempts to move, or get up were going in vain.
clearly he hadn't taken very nicely to whatever transpired
in the last 48 hours.It was a marathon, that he was running.
And right now,he wasn't aware weather he had finished it,
let alone finishing first, or just dropped out of it.

He had no contact with the world these past hours,it was
just him and his struggles.He could feel himself falling into a
sleep,off which he might not wake up.His blood had curdled
so thick, that his heart wasn't able to pump any of it through
to his brains.And thus the absence of conscious thoughts.

He tried to get up , but his back gave way and he collapsed
on his cushy leather sofa once again.He stretched and rolled
over on the sofa and dozed off, only to wake up the next morning.
Being a Monday , it was time to go to the office.Fresh after about
13 hours of sleep, he marveled at the days he spent over the weekend.

Two days of eating pizza and other leftover,sleeping and
watching 11 movies and endless episodes of moronic Simpson's.
No outings,no annoying visits from friends and no phone calls.

Okie, so all this staring at the screen left him teary eyed,all that
pizza gave him an acidic heartburn,and drinking too little water
left his blood thick.Spending too much , almost all the time lying
down, left his back unfamiliar with the feeling of supporting his
body's weight.

But didn't he clean up all nice and fine on the Monday morning,
"bring on another week" he said to himself.
Life was well and truly good .