I once spent nearly an entire year in this state. After returning from my soul-draining job each night I would refuse to actually concede to the
fatigue that I felt.
Hours would pass by,
time itself filtered through
late night TV,
bad internet porn, old
books not read in years—anything that would hold some small section of my
brain active. Eventually I would lose the
battle and retire to bed.
Upon waking, this feeling is replaced by staying in bed and dreaming because it's better than the alternative.