when i mean what i say:

The kind of exhaustion that you can't even measure is nothing like a race. Because you can't look forward to the finishing line.

; When I rest that heavy head on that sticky you,
my mind stopped and comfort was all over.

; When I jumped and crashed on mummy's bed being a stinky me, mummy talking while I shut my eyes, Wynn whining for my attention by the bed and my Sis shouts ".. Is ah girl home yet..?" that's comfort in the air (noise) too.

But to get out of all that and back to reality, all I could do was to not think and just got my butt moving!

I'm trying by not thinking!