Colouring the Mundane: The Work Edition

Mo-no-to-ny.

Loud clanging of cymbals reverberate through what was my silent atmosphere. My eyelids are so heavy that with each blink, I hear the effort. I try to inwardly bargain with reality… “Is it really 4:00 a.m?” “C’mon I just pee’d and closed my eyes like 2 minutes ago.”