Relaxing and finally letting his guard down felt so utterly strange to him. He poured himself some tea and settled on his couch. Minutes later, he found himself spaced out, staring into nothingness.
He shook it off. This was getting ridiculous; he was good at plenty of things, so why was this something he was so bad at?
He sighed, and got up to get a book. It had been years since he last read purely for fun, surely that would do the trick.
Only five pages in, he nodded off to sleep, tea forgotten and cold on the table next to him.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Cerita PendekMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
