Jason is looking for a comfortable position. He needs to fall asleep right now so that he can wake up later and do something. Why sleep now? It’s his head. Instead of working, it’s somewhat broken. The parts are spoken for and his token door [a metaphor] is closed and no openings are available in the next few salable hours so why not close up shop and stop trying to buy more time with the few sense he has left?
He’s in bed but instead of asleep he’s keeping his eyes closed pointlessly. a disjointed spree of fireworks jerking his temples from their moneylenders and sending his broken thoughts across hopscotch paths to nowhere. Two Advil ago, it was the same painful growth of spurts and now it just hurts to consider the light from the alarm clock so he unplugs it and shrugs it off, scoffing at any pretenders of reason within this treasonous season of biological betrayal.
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