Midday Slumps

When it comes, it usually just grabs you by the eyelids and hangs from them with all their weight. Hangs there as you struggle to lift them up. Terrified of what noise your head would make as it crashed against the keyboard, you stone cold and sleepy.

Speaking of that, I wonder what kind of a conversation partner Midday Slump would be if it were a person.

Not a great one I’d imagine. Probably likes talking about the weather in Cardiff or something irrelevant like that. Wears a cardigan, with a brown and green diamond pattern. Newly shined pointy shoes, trying to sneak out from the perfectly ironed dark chocolate brown chords.

And his voice! Oh my God his voice would drive right through you! Probably be dull, one tone. Maybe a higher tone but only in times when he gets excited. Which would be when he is talking about the weather in Cardiff.

Midday Slump would follow you about, constantly tapping you on the shoulder. If you didn’t answer him, his head would probably just bow and he would simply go, “Awwwwwwwwwww”, in a dull single, low tone.

Bless you if you ever turned around and asked what he wanted. He wouldn’t smile; his face doesn’t know how to use those muscles yet. He would however, employ that single higher tone, and tell you that in Cardiff, the temperature has just dropped by 1∘ Fahrenheit.

Eventually, Midday Slump would realise his own unimportance to the world and drift away. The Morning Blues though, well…