«Open or not open my eyes. What should I do? The sunshine? No. The window's so far I can't reach it. Can I even move my arm...? Doing it is an even greater effort, better stay that way.... this space is so comfortable now... it's warm. I feel like I'm flying and I'm nowhere... I don't want to... I'm gonna..."»
Ummmmmm...?
«What? Did I fall asleep again? I feel like I'm gonna disappear if I keep acting like this, but... it feels so good. Immerse oneself in these red sheets, feel your body relax every time you cuddle up to be more comfortable. I can't go on like this... I have to open my eyes. What's that? The room's too dark to look at.... What if I get up? Forget it... one more minute... let me rest one more minute... »
Ulm…
«What time is it? That old watch... Nine-thirty...? The last time I saw him, he was an hour over.... How much sleep did I get? It doesn't matter... it's okay... just... just breathe softly one more time and stay like this... like this... still...»
...mmm.
«It happened again... How long has it been since it happened? I don't know.... it hasn't taken much thought since then... the thought of it makes me tired. I wish I could have a normal life but the more time passes, the more I find myself in this situation. I could say my body dies and resurfaces for short periods of time. But? Ah... Never mind... it's cold... Did I close the window? I feel a breeze... move... move... go deeper... this? Is this my arm? Yes, it must be, move a little.... give me some room... give me some room... it's good this way... it feels warm down below... the savannah is comfortable... at what time...? It doesn't matter... I just... I want to sleep...»
¿ . . .?
«There it goes again... now I feel a glow on my face... the window... was it open? Yes... I was... Should I get up? Or maybe...? No... it's for the best... now I'm too warm... sweat... I have to take off the heat... move... Is it my leg? Yeah, it must be. The sheet feels comfortable but.... I must remove it... Oh? What carelessness... maybe some other time... now I'm tired... if I could just live a different way... What can I do... What can I do... sleep... that's... thinking is boring...»
a…
«What time is it? I feel cold... Do I look at the clock in the room again? The last time I saw him, he was an hour over.... How much sleep did I get? It doesn't matter... it's okay... just... just breathe softly one more time and stay like this... like this... still...»
...mmm.
«It happened again... How long has it been since it happened? I don't know.... it hasn't taken much thought since then... the thought of it makes me tired. I wish I could have a normal life but the more time passes, the more I find myself in this situation. I could say my body dies and resurfaces for short periods of time. But? Ah... Never mind... it's cold... Did I close the window? I feel a breeze... move... move... go deeper... this? Is this my arm? Yes, it must be, move a little.... give me some room... give me some room... it's good this way... it feels warm down below... the savannah is comfortable... at what time...? It doesn't matter... I just... I want to sleep...»
¿ . . .?
«There it goes again... now I feel a glow on my face... the window... was it open? Yes... I was... Should I get up? Or maybe...? No... it's for the best... now I'm too warm... sweat... I have to take off the heat... move... Is it my leg? Yeah, it must be. The sheet feels comfortable but.... I must remove it... Oh? What carelessness... maybe some other time... now I'm tired... if I could just live a different way... What can I do... What can I do... sleep... that's... thinking is boring...»
a…
«What time is it? I feel cold.... Do I look at the clock in the room again? I don't... I don't want to open my eyes... 9:30? That's... let's say yes...? The blanket...? Where is it? It moved in the breeze.... Shall I get up? No.... it's too far to reach... better... I just snuggle up a little more... and this? Is this my arm? No... I only have two... this one feels cold... that's a lot... there's something else... legs? Hair? Naked torsos? They're dead... yes... they already are... they're nauseating... but am I getting up? No. It's fine here... it feels fresh... I just have to... close them and sleep... that... I shouldn't look... What time is it? I don't know about that. Just... just give me... one more minute... just...»
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Original story writen by myself and translate from his spanish version here.
Posted from my blog with SteemPress : http://zaxan.vornix.blog/2018/08/22/7-sins-sloth/