He lay awake in bed pretending it would last forever.
It’d been a rough few days, little sleep. A productive late night of work, but he knew he had to wake up early tomorrow to scratchy eyes, weak mind, and grouchy attitude. He felt fine now he’d spent all day fighting sleepiness, but the next morning he’d have to fight the same battle made tougher.
On the edge of falling asleep good tonight and waking bad tomorrow, he hung on to the moment. All he had left, until awakening to hell tomorrow, was the current lingering moment before drifting off.