It feels…
Like lead infused in every cell.
Like gravity, but stronger.
Exhaustion without pain.
She isn't ill. She isn't tired. But she sleeps. It's too hard; to move, to think, to be, and the world keeps moving onwards. Sleeping makes it fade. What she should be doing. Who she should be.
What's wrong with you? Are you getting up? You have responsibilities, you're being…
La'an sits beside her. Spreads her work out. Makes tea. Plays rounds of solitaire on a screen Chapel can reach. Combs gently through her hair.
I love you. In all of it.
Until it passes.