Eyes grow heavy
Hide my yawn
Limbs weary
Fidget to keep my blood circulating
Curse my full stomach
‘Tis time for a siesta
Oh, what a sweet luxury
Must
not
droop and stoop
Brain drifting into the fog
I am losing the struggle of consciousness
Another boring meeting
No access to caffeine
Not appropriate to do jumping jacks
I want to be like my cat and nap before I get tired
Better not snore or drool
Like the guy at the next table
ZZZZZZZZ
© 2012 Ima B. Musing
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