Hibernation.

Although he was normally not prone to such things, Ben was strongly compelled by emotions he was no where near being able to fathom to crawl into bed at midday, make a dark cave of his sheets, blankets and comforters, and burrowed inside. He hoped the world would go on without him, because he didn’t much care to be responsible for it continuing to spin if for some reason time stopped and he slept like death had taken his soul for keeping.

© Michael Raven

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