This morning, I was tired and ready for bed when I realized the day had only just begun. This kind of tired was different, it was bone-weary and mentally drained. It was crying over dropped socks and staring at the glob of toothpaste when it dripped onto your stomach, however that happened. It was realizing three hours later that the toothpaste was still there, dried and caked on, spit and fluoride.
And yet there were responsibilities. Neglected friends called for attention and I rose wearily from my repose (too tired even to sleep) and work nagged at my brain in the most unpleasant fashion. This I postponed for a more rested time.
Half asleep and unable to dream, I watched my summer's ends slip away.
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