She has gone on with about 3 hours of sleep per day for a few days now. The third day, it is begining to show. Her steps slow down, and the smile weakens. Appearing normal is now an effort, she is no longer able to make. Clouds gather in her sky, and negative thoughts make them darker. She envisions herself just stopping, lying down somewhere and going to deep, undisturbed sleep. It makes her smile momentarily. Momentarily, because, she knows like Robert Frost, she literally has miles to go before she can sleep.
Yet she drives on, for time and life wait for no one. Once at her destination, her eyes close as soon as she can sit. 15 minutes, that seem like an eternity later, she sets to work. It was like she was picking up from couple of mintes back. She smiles at the wonderous adventure that was to be that day. And suddenly, she is fresh as a flower.
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