As I woke up from a scorching hot afternoon,
My skin was drenched in human sweat,
My throat, dry like the road in the dessert,
And my room was still dark, as always.
I heard noises under my bed, as always,
My eyes were slightly opened,
My mouth, sealed like it was glued,
And my entire body felt numb, oddly.
The thought of slumber, overpowering, oddly,
I tried to get up, but I failed every single time,
Did I fret? Did I startle? Did I succumb?
I did nothing, I simply cannot.
To fight the force of sleep itself, no man cannot,
As a fellow man, I am of no exception,
“At least…” I told myself, “…I tried.”
For none can resist the call of bed.