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// Tired 
// Story: What Makes the World the World 
// by IfOnlyICouldDeactivate 
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Tired

I’ve tried, tried so hard this whole day, but as it comes to a close… it feels like it’s time to regress into the depths of slumber for one more night. My cyan eyelids droop ever lower over my deep magenta irises, and my soft cloud bed appears to be ever more inviting.

I yawn, my mouth opening wide. I sigh and stretch out my wings; they ache after a hard day of training – I’ve almost perfected a triple ultimate backflip manoeuvre, but right now all I can think of is a nice long rest. My whole body aches from the trials of my rigorous training scheme, and as I lay down on my bed, I completely relax.

I yawn again as I shift around to get more comfortable, and I slowly sink in to the soft bliss that is my bed. I pull the wonderbolt patterned doona up to just below my head and snuggle in. As I close my eyes, my mind begins to slow. 

“One day I’ll make it,” I whisper softly to myself, “One day.”

But for now, all I can do is sleep. My breathing slows into a rhythmic pattern, and I begin to drift off. It’s been a busy day, and I’m tired, so very tired.