I forced myself not to succumb to that already droopy pair of eyes. But it was a weird part of the body that just doesn't seem to get the right neurons from up there.
So I gave in and decided to treat it a little, make it more zealous about its role -EYES WIDE "SHUT", still, after four episodes of Simpsons. This ain gonna work.

It just had to make its counterparts do the tedious work of wearing layers and layers of clothing, stepping outside and battling with the mad whistling wind. Ah, finally it's a wee bit more opened. That stupid pair of eyes.

It kept itself busy scouting around counters and counters of goods. What joy.

But it threatens to close, again, when it was back in the room. That dimly lit, soundless room.
And it did.

But at least the mind had its share too. Satisfied.

Thank god for Brunswick.