what is that? oh thats existence

i open one eye while the other one is tightly shut and refuses to open up, no matter how hard i try otherwise. the light blinding my right one. a tired groan escaped my dry, chapped lips. i felt as if i ever open them again they would tear open like dried and barren deserted piece of land where even the scorpions dread to crawl. i snapped back from my train of thought as the sun insistingly pierced my eyes. the cotton sheets clung to my drenched body and my back ached, but i refused to get up nonetheless. it felt as if nothing mattered. or was it that i wished that nothing mattered.
i turned in my bed. my hair were wet as if i had just washed them and strands of them clutched my cheeks and my neck as if yelping and screaming out. screaming? yes. but for what. for their existence or their reason for being where they were.
i pulled the sheets off me but they resisted just like cling film on those fat, highly-mayonnaised sandwiches you get at some cheap petrol stations on the highway.
i fought  the sheets off my legs and put my wet and fire-breathing feet on the cool terrazzo floor.
terrazzo floor to burning feet.
i needed that.
yes, but just for the moment.
i sat staring blindly at the white-washed wall in front of me.
it was pointless.
all was pointless.
just like that mundane limbo of a wall staring right back at me.