5:30.

eyes struggling to win
its losing battle
against the suddenly heavy,
pounding eyelashes,
hating the light,
begging for darkness.

brain sinking
to non-existence
that I can almost feel
its absence in my skull :
a hollow space
that amplifies thunders
of cranium drill.

it could have been sweet
to give in
but I couldn’t.

…now don’t ask me why.

ask the clock.
for it now says 5:34.

and you know how to count…