The night shift,
no rest for the working.
Sitting here,
drinking strong coffee.
My eyes are heavy.
Dreaming of the warmth of my covers.
The cuddles that I'm missing.
The soft pillows.
I'm tired.
Strung out on caffeine.
Waiting, anticipating,
for the time I love.
Where I can drift away.
Close my eyes,
and let my imagination
take me away.
The clock slows,
seconds, seem like hours.
Duty calls.
Retirement seems too far away.