“ the past tense of sleep is sloop. ” // @impulselantern
“Sure it is.” She looked at him, one eyebrow raised, head cocked. She got it--the exhaustion, the burnout, the whatever-you-wanted-to-call-it. The flying around space until every muscle in your body started to burn and your head ached and you just wanted to remember what a bed felt like.
The tossing and turning as the sun came up, racked by the nightmares and the anxieties and the did I leave the oven on?, because your worst moments always came back to you after dark. (And what used to help was killing you, so you had to power through on willpower and coffee and reminding yourself what you were, where you were, who you were.)
Yeah, Carol got it.
“That sounds like something someone who didn’t sloop very well would say,” she said. “What’s going on, kid?”