I'm tired.
My eyes' lids droop,
And a blink lasts longer than a split second.
My feet are exhausted,
And my ankles crack with a subtle twist.
My skin feels *****,
And my fingers notice a peculiar layer of film.
My brain is slow,
And it's difficult to ponder and write.
My body has been worked,
And it sighs to accompany a restless yawn.