The bed is calling my name. "Come back, come back, it'll all go away once you're back." I want to listen to the whispers, but I know what I have to do.
Even though it's killing me, metaphorically speaking of course. This cold marble desk looks pretty pleasing from my point.
I could just rest my head, just for one second, just until I built up the strength to carry on with my day.
I need sleep.
I need sleep.
I need sleep.
It was a mistake. I know that now,
I've learned my lesson.
