Monday Morning

Exhaustion weighs down my muscles and eyelids. Movement requires extreme effort that comes even slower due to the apathy of tiredness. It's only Monday. Weekends without rest lead to dragging weekdays peppered by stressed-out sighs and short-fuse growls. Daydreams reel on repeat in my mind, stirring within me a deep longing for the 7 hours I will spend in my bed tonight. I need 14, but I have time only for 7. I vaguely remember days when sleeping late did not seem to be an unattainable luxury. I took those days for granted, unaware that an increasingly-busy schedule would one day render even a normal night's worth of sleep impossible. Time is a precious commodity. I want to spend my share doing good, but I cannot do much good when I am even too tired to move my fingers on this keyboard any longer.