Laptop in my actual lap, as I lie in my bed, winding down with a little blogging before bedtime. My eyes squint from their long tired day. I can feel the shine of the monitor on my face, screaming at me to close up shop and rest. Geez, turn that thing down. That glow is deafening!
Tonight is the night I try a new face cream. Actually, they are patches pasted to my face with the hopes of gluing a new "youthful look" during the night. These must be fairy patches, going off to never never land in my dreams. Never never have I looked so tired.
Tired. Those words fall from my tongue and I grimace. I tried hard not to say that word. Tired. If you don't say it, then nobody thinks it. That's my motto.
So... here I am... saying the word to this glaring computer. The lines seem etched into the screen. Tired. Tired. Tired. If I say it any more, it won't mean anything to me. Tired.
Nope. No luck. Exhaustion has settled in, and my eyes win the battle for rest. Goodnight. Yawn. Good night. May I wake up with youth in my eyes.
