Oh! Sleep!

The weight of sleep shows up in all places, at anytime. It is not polite or respectful. It won’t be considerate of company and it doesn’t care how much shit you have to get done. Sleep, Sleep, Sleep. It is so angry when you leave. It puts hooks attached to strings in your body. It throws gunk in your eyes. It picks up fatigue from your care, but leaves lethargy with you for a brief time. Sleep, if you didn’t have such big arms, I would hate you.