BE A BETTER WRITER
It’s like trying to squash a mosquito in the dead of night.
The sound of it buzzing close to your ear, the slight tickle it makes as it hovers over your nose is so irritating especially when you’re right on the edge of sleep.
I always end up hitting myself on the head,
accidentally,
when I finally succumb and try to slap the cursed insect away.
It’s like trying to jog with a blister on your heel.
The movements are familiar and the rhythm of your feet synchronising with steady breath is comfortable and freeing.
But this one fucking blister, rubbing against the back of your trainers makes it impossible to move freely.
So you jerk and twist your knees out at odd angles and instead of forward movement all that comes out is a groan.
The final sentence is very apt..and familiar.