The sweaty disgruntled man sits
with his eyes closed, not sleeping,
barely aware of his words
as the hand he stares at in his mind
relates what he is actually witnessing
in real time, if time is at all real.

A sudden drowse captures his head
and he drifts off for a few seconds,
marginally aware that he is drifting.

Then again, he drifts due to lack of sleep
going on 29 hours nonstop.

He is suddenly startled by the left hand,
which has brought a large glass of cold water
to his lips through a generic plastic straw.

The sleepiness is witnessed through the sudden sloppiness of the writings which so happily exist at the top of this page.