I don’t mean to scare anyone from joining in on the fun, but as you can see, the competition is getting rather fierce.

This is the third entry in Katie’s competition involving the Seven Deadly Sins, or as we Buddhists prefer to call them: the seven human hindrances. Check out this link to find out all about it.

The basic scoop is that anyone can enter a 0-600 word submission about the sin/hindrance/flavor Katie selects.  A panel of judges will narrow down the submissions to their top five or so picks; then Katie will post them for the general blogging community to vote. Anyone can join in on the fun, kind of like Twitter, E-Harmony, or The Home Shopping Network. Just be careful. In my experience, once you’re in, you’re hooked and who knows what kind of trouble you’re likely to get into. Of course, this may give you fodder for an entry about the upcoming sin du jour. You can count on me to look for the silver lining behind every Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader outfitsin…cloud.

Focus on the silver lining, people. I could have put up a picture of a cloud, you know.

The third of the sins/hindrances is Sloth. Here’s my submission for you to read. But if you don’t get to it right away because you just don’t have the motivation, I understand. It’s hot and all those summer barbecues can make a person sluggish. In case you missed my first submission on Gluttony, click here. To find my second submission (on Envy), click here. I only suggest this because I’m treating these entries as a series involving the same character, so you will see her struggle with each human hindrance.

Tick Tock

Tick tock. Tick tock.

She didn’t have to open her eyes to know the sun was fully awake, Another day began without her.

“Not again,” she mumbled into her pillow as she slowly shifted her body—her slim but shapely body that felt like she put on 100 pounds over night. The sheets felt cool where she plopped her heavy arms and edged her leaden legs.

“Hmmm,” she purred as she relished the refreshing feeling. But still she languished, a lonely princess in her king-sized bed.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

She knew people were waiting for her. Again. She knew they thought she was being petulant and difficult—making they wait because she could, because they let her. If only they knew.

The sheets, once so cool, felt warm against her body. She struggled to move her dense, obstinate body to find a place where her sheets would cool her. Maybe they would motivate her to get up, shower, and face all the Watchers. “No, I need to rest. If only they …”

She drifted off to sleep hearing only the sound of her heavy sighs and the tick tock of the antique wall clock in her bedroom. It was the only clock in her home. She hated modern alarm clocks with their obnoxious bright lights, confusing controls, and incessant need to startle a soul from precious rest.

  Tick tock. Tick tock.

“What?” Some unseen hand nudged her awake. She tried to lift her head off her pillow. The same invisible hand must have been holding her head down. Moving was an act of courage she couldn’t muster. So she lazed in her big bed and felt as small as the little girl she really was, immobilized by the choices she made and the ones she let others make for her.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Brrring…Brrring. Brrring…Brrring. Brrring…Brrring.  The telephone snapped her out of her thoughts.

She labored to grab the phone. The receiver fell out of her hands and banged into the mahogany nightstand. “Shit!” She heaved her stubborn body over the edge of the bed to retrieve the receiver. “Hello?”

“Are you alright? Everyone is here. You’re really late. Do you need me to send someone over?

“N…n…no. I’m fine. I had another bad night. Couldn’t sleep until almost dawn. Then I finally fell asleep. I’m sorry.”

“Should we just cancel for today or can you get yourself together?”

Tick tock. Tick tock.

“Did you hear me? Should we cancel for today? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Oh, sure. I’m fine. I feel much better now. I’m even sitting up. That’s a big improvement from just a few minutes ago.” That trademark charm in her voice appeared on cue.

“Yeah, Baby. You sound better already.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, Honey, anything.”

“Why does sleep only find me when I’m supposed to be awake?

“Aw, Baby, how am I supposed to know? Now get that money-maker out of bed and do what you do best.”

“Sure thing.”

She hung up the phone after several failed attempts to place the receiver in the cradle properly because she was still lying on her stomach. Fighting to sit up, she took several deep breaths. Even the air felt thick as glue and hard to breathe.

“Maybe just a few more minutes…” She rested her head her pillow.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Go to Katie’s blog to read other awesome Sloth submissions. (Go ahead, even if you don’t feel like doing it. You’ll feel better about yourself if you do something rather than nothing–at least that’s what I keep telling myself.)

I ask again, friends and readers, who is this woman so obviously hindered, so perfectly flawed in her humanity? I’ll tell you at the end of the series.

The suspense is killing me. Is finger biting one of the deadly sins? I hope not, because I’m a gonner if it is.