Three hours left.
The morning is a surreal memory. A long ride to and from a delivery and navigating through boxes of merchandise. Exhaustion strives to overcome this weary body. Coffee and caffine fight to delay the effects. Empty thoughts are active inside my brain. Patiently waiting to go home to small, cool apartment where I can lie in bed and relax until tomorrow comes and the morning routine repeats itself.
The goal for today- another fiction entry and a poem as well. Need to get back to the stories as well.