XXVI. Sluggish.

The little martian exudes restless judgment from every ounce of his overly caffeinated pores.

He eyes me beadily, his little hand clenching and unclenching by his side. He turns it into a little fist to contain his irritation but by my third sigh, it burst open, his fingers splayed again his chest like a decimated grenade.

“Why! Why! Why are you so sluggish! Just get up already and make things happen!” He screams at me

“Jesus, step into my shoes for a minute would you? instead of screaming at me and judging me all the time. we can’t all be hoping little balls of productivity 24/7” I tell him, my voice barely rising above a low hum

“I'M NOT ASKING FOR 24/7! EVEN 4/7 WOULD WORK” he screeches at me

“Calm down, you're getting really nasty now” I snap back at him, my voice loud, clear, and a little too sharp, the thick smog of lethargy slowly receding from my brain

“That’s better! " he grins. But it's all weird, his eyes, usually so expressive and open, don’t smile at all. "I'm getting pretty good at this whole human thing ha?”