Bab 99: Deep Slumber

I planned for a bit of reprieve. Just some time dedicated solely for me, myself and I. 

Figured a couple hours of some shut-eye would do the trick just fine. Mentally, physically, whatever-ly - they were all worn down to the bone. My state of being was like a rickety, creaking bridge that just needed a single feather's worth of weight for it to come tumbling down to a sheer drop into the rapid, raging, rapids below.

That bridge was in dire need of some refurbishing, and sleep was indeed a very good fixer-upper.

Why sleep again, just woke up, didn't I? Had breakfast not even a few minutes ago, didn't I?

Trust me, I wouldn't be clamoring so desperately for some forty winks if I didn't need it. Truth of the matter was - I was still very much at the brink of collapse - eyelids so heavy that if I was up for any longer, I'd be needing some strong adhesive to keep them from closing shut.