Wrestling Match

Benny wasn't a wrestler. He had neither the desire nor inclination. But he always seemed to find himself in a wrestling match. He never stepped into the ring with the burly, boisterous men of professional wrestling or tussled Greco-Roman or freestyle wrestling style, but he always ended up on his back.

Each night, he found himself embroiled in battles that cage fighters would find exhausting. Every morning he woke up tired, disoriented, with bloodshot eyes, and a grumpy disposition his family knew to avoid until he had his coffee.

This morning was no different. His muse had won again.