A long day of prepping food in the kitchen. A long day of sleeping on the sofa. A long day. A long day.

Morning starts at noon. The night ends eterna. The line between Alpha and Omega is razor thin.

A meal is supplied especial. Minimized to suit dietary needs. Internally, at peace.

All bits have pleased. Firsts and seconds have been left behind.  Sleep unveils itself amid the fog of heavily shaded eyes.