Three-Quarters Dead: Science Fiction

She felt three-quarters dead tending towards four-quarters, but she had to do her duty. It was not a thing she could shirk, no matter that her thinking was clouded and fuzzy ans the mold growing on the underside of her panel. The mold. That was what she was here to deal with. There should be no mold, and it was the reason that she felt so--fuzzy-headed. She moved her hand languidly down to her belt and removed the spray canister. The floor was so comfortable,s he thought, and it felt even sleepier down here than it did in the rest of the cabin. This would be a lovely place for a nap. She yawned, then snapped her jaw shut, squinted up with sleep-blurred eyes, and thought, "That's you, isn't it? Making me feel all sleepy so you can turn me into compost?"

Inspiration: How tired I feel right now.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: This would need something extra to make it unique--although the mold-symbiosis/parasite is interesting, it's been explored a lot, by some very talented folks. Also, this is meta-freewriting. It's really about freewriting, because I'm just that dead feeling right now, but I have to get this done.