Exhaustion.

At one in the morning, he should have been at home asleep, in his soft, comfy bed that he missed so much.

But instead he’s at work. He’s tired, exausted, and stressed. Unbelievably stressed. Someone’s job, someone’s life’s work, should not be all dependant on this one night, this one break.

He could feel the hard tile below him, the white wall behind him. He could feel his cold hands on his face, blocking out the harsh florecent lights. His feet hurt from wearing his nice work shoes. His back ached, his head felt heavy. He heard the bell from the elevator. He would have to get up soon. But no. He just needed one more minute… one more minute.

He couldn’t get back up. He needed to get back up. He yawned, tears filling in his eyes from the yawn. He sighed, and stretched his arms down by his side. He slowly got up, with help from the wall. He yawned again, wiped his eyes, and made his way back to his office, hoping it would all be over soon.