I rest my head upon my arm which is lying across my desk. Close my eyes. the room is mostly dark. my brain starts to cloud over slowly. like fog entering a city, street by street. do I let myself sleep, do i give in?
when can it be said that we have done enough? when is it time for a break? when the eyes won't stay open anymore? when each thought does not connect to any other, there is no longer any train but rather only disconnected cars racing. crashing into walls.
but the sun is not yet down, push on they say, stay the course. so i will ride a horse of productivity into the dying light. to fight off the demons of procrastination and slumber.
this battle will be fought and won. you can sing your siren's call, but i will resist you, sleep. for a little while anyway.