Tug, tug, tug, tug, tug.

My my mother calls it stress. My coworker says I should see a doctor.

Tug, tug, tug.

I don’t know what to call it. All I know is my eyes don’t want to open in the mornings. As soon as they do…

Tug.

Like a child pulling on his mother’s pants leg…

Tug, tug, tug, tug.

I try to write…

TUG, TuG, tUG, TUg.

I try to work…

TUG, TUG, TUG, TUG.

I try to read, watch TV, stare into nothing…

TUGTUGTUGTUGTUGTUG.

If you’re wondering where I’ve been for the last several weeks, this is it. This demon that keeps pulling at my eye and giving me a slightly manic look won’t go away. Not to worry, I have an appointment with the eye doctor next week.

Until then, my time staring at any one thing will be limited, but be on the lookout for more #flashfiction and updates on In Ruins!