Right now the pull of sleep is dragging me, pulling me ever closer to the sweet embrace. My lids are heavy, leaden.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been this sleepy and for some reason, I just want to fight it.
I’m having hot tea, but it’s just a warm, beverage that does nothing for my alertness. The cold chills, saps any vivacity I may have had.
Man. Maybe I should just go to bed already.