I am sleepy, tired but not drained. My body can feel the gravity pull. Every muscle wants to fall on bed. The plastic chair keeps me airborne.
Office has reset my time clock in such a way that natural light is only a passing affair in my day. I experience warmth of the sun while riding to work.
Dark forlorn lanes and black and white streets tease me as I drift back to my room.
There is will but there is no way I can wake up in the morning. Its only in the late afternoon when this dude opens up. There is light but style glosses over substance. Yellow coolers for UV rays.