Bobble Head

I’m being pulled along the bottom of the sea through the sludge, twisting and writhing to free myself from the anchor that’s holding me down where I can’t breathe or escape the misery that encapsulates me. My head is swimming, my body is drowning and I ache for freedom from this body that torments me and…

“Cut! Can you tone down the dramatics and add a little humor maybe?”

“Try again. Take two.”

This simple cold has brought me to my knees pleading for the magic pill to make it all go away and save me from myself. So I decided to part-ay instead and do shots like they did in the old days, all under the guise of good-old-fashioned medicine.

“Nyquil, enter the scene.”

Hello my lover. I drink you up, then sit back and get dreamy thinking of you with my head in the clouds.

I’m one giant head with two little legs sticking out and the poor little legs are trying desperately to hold this pressure-filled head upright.

I am, bobble head.

And bobble head can’t do anything well right now. It can’t even watch television well.

Sniff~

“Cut.”