Even firefighting heroes need sleep
WHO: Remy and Moon
WHEN: Saturday at noon, March 27th.
WHERE: Park bench.
WHAT: Firefighter gets vacation. What does he do? Sleep like he should? No, he goes to buy food. And suffers the consequences.
The fridge was almost empty. So food had to be bought. Working all the time hadn't left much time to get grocery shopping done earlier. Now was as good a time as any.
At least that's what Moon had thought when he left the house. Now he was having doubts. The nagging headache that had snuck upon him after he left home, was getting on his nerves, and he was feeling more tired than before. Why he hadn't slept after he got home from work late last night, he didn't really know. Two hours of a so-called nap on the couch didn't really qualify as a good night's sleep.
Refusing the fact that he was tired was a bad idea, and now he was suffering for it. Admitting he was sick or tired wasn't something he did often. Except to his parents, cause they'd drag it out of him anyway. Had he been at home, he could've just gone to sleep in his warm, comfortable bed without anyone knowing, but now, before he was even out of the park he'd cut through, he could feel his head get heavier, and his eyes would barely stay open. There were no people in the park yet either. Not that he could see, anyway.
At least he didn't feel a need to throw up as well. It was just the headache and his body refusing to really obey him at the moment.
A bench! Maybe if he could drag himself over and lie down for a little while....
Too late. He was down already.
WHEN: Saturday at noon, March 27th.
WHERE: Park bench.
WHAT: Firefighter gets vacation. What does he do? Sleep like he should? No, he goes to buy food. And suffers the consequences.
The fridge was almost empty. So food had to be bought. Working all the time hadn't left much time to get grocery shopping done earlier. Now was as good a time as any.
At least that's what Moon had thought when he left the house. Now he was having doubts. The nagging headache that had snuck upon him after he left home, was getting on his nerves, and he was feeling more tired than before. Why he hadn't slept after he got home from work late last night, he didn't really know. Two hours of a so-called nap on the couch didn't really qualify as a good night's sleep.
Refusing the fact that he was tired was a bad idea, and now he was suffering for it. Admitting he was sick or tired wasn't something he did often. Except to his parents, cause they'd drag it out of him anyway. Had he been at home, he could've just gone to sleep in his warm, comfortable bed without anyone knowing, but now, before he was even out of the park he'd cut through, he could feel his head get heavier, and his eyes would barely stay open. There were no people in the park yet either. Not that he could see, anyway.
At least he didn't feel a need to throw up as well. It was just the headache and his body refusing to really obey him at the moment.
A bench! Maybe if he could drag himself over and lie down for a little while....
Too late. He was down already.