Welcome back to yet another fresh Hypersensitivosaurus story, written and drawn under the influence of coffee.
I should get rid of my love/ hate relationship with this popular drug and just make the best of it. Whether it makes me more fearful and hyper or not, one thing's for sure:
Morning coffee gives me a boost and the energy to write and - afterwards - type / post about my writing.
The following story is an example of that.
I'll start out by sharing a sketch book version of it, followed by a typed version ( for those who struggle with my handwriting ).
Enjoy!✨
While other raptors and predators got all that they needed by hunting, he was ( of ) a different type. It wasn't that simple for him.
He didn't have much to trade for food and - aside from that - he was growing his own food and ( thus ) dependent on the seasons and overall weather.
To not just be dependent on the aforementioned and to have another option, a Plan B, he decided to go make his money online.
This, unfortunately, involved a lot of screen staring, not his hobby, even though he enjoyed movies.
Staring just didn't feel natural and he always forgot to blink, which resulted in dry eyes, headaches and nose issues.
The latter probably had to do with his breathing though. Whenever he was sitting still, not moving around in the open air, he seemed to forget to breathe properly.
While standing on a round, not very big and somewhat slippery rock, using his muscled tail and tiny raptor arms ( the latter more for the idea, as he'd seen others do so ), to make sure he didn't fall, he reminded himself off the following:
"Life is all about balance"
As long as he made sure to keep spending enough time not staring at screens, in nature instead of inside his cave, standing up inside of sitting down, talking to others instead of just listening to the often times unhelpful voice inside his reptile head, it was all a-okay.
"All Is Well"
he told himself
and then, to his surprise, the stone started talking back:
"Please get off my back!
You're heavy and I was just about to go for a morning stroll."
The stone was no stone. It was a tortoise.
How could Hypersensitivosaurus not have noticed?
He had probably been staring at screens way too much ( talking about balance ).
Had he gone myopic?
TO BE CONTINUED...
( IDEA: make the tortoise a new character, based on / influenced by 
If you enjoyed this and you have only started following me recently, you might enjoy this earlier write up on (a) screen staring (dino), posted on the 28th of May.