It's tugging at my eyelashes,
This weighted Monday atmosphere
The heaviness surrounds me in its cozy, anesthetic sphere
I can see my hands move, but I can't feel them,
With awkward fingers and foreign thumb.
I fumble to control my body,
but my limbs are far too cumbersome.

Placebo coffee does no good,
But I lack the strength to brew a new batch,

As exhaustion cruelly clings to me,
Like fraying claws on a Velcro patch.

Fluorescent bulbs hum a lullaby
with the buzz of my computer screen.

The tedium is mesmerizing,
Enveloping me in the languor of dream.

My eyes are open, but I'm floating,
While I try to look awake.
Seeming to be hard at work
And hoping I don't look too fake.

I succumb without a struggle
To the siren song of sleep,
I lay my head down on my desk,
And pray the lord my job to keep.