She was tired of being treated like a child. There was so much to do and so little time. But why was there so little time? Where did all the time go?
She knew the answer; she spent it sleeping. She couldn’t do much anymore without getting tired. Sitting up, yawning and talking took effort.
She was going to have to face facts: her disease had her.
Not for long, and probably not forever, but the disease did have a hold on her. She was getting tired and tired of fighting each wave of fatigue. Every time she fought those dark and evil shadows, she came out twice as tired as before.
How could that have been?
What was wrong with her?
The old woman had promised to help her and take her to a place to get help. In the meantime, she was sleeping, trying to win against the beast.
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