My internal clock is all messed up. There is something terribly wrong.

How could a week, that was only three days, possibly feel so long?

I don't know about you, but I am whipped! I am fatigued and I am tired.

I need something to lift me up; to make me feel inspired.

There has to be some kind of way to get out of this lethargic trap.

Maybe while you do your Morning Work, I will take a nap!

I think that's a great idea! While you're working your fingers to the bone,

I'll put my feet up, close my eyes, and head off to my little dream zone.

I KNOW, of course, you would continue to work while I was asleep.

You would be as quiet as little mice and not even make a peep.

I wouldn't have to worry that you were goofing off or playing tricks on me,

like drawing pictures on my face or lighting matches under my feet,

or fighting or playing or hiding my stuff or calling the office and ratting me out.

Or waiting until I was ALMOST asleep, then waking me up with a shout.

You know, maybe I shouldn't nap after all. It probably wouldn't be wise.

Unless I can figure out some kind of way to sleep without closing my eyes!