Cody hit the wall, then he hit the Monster Energy Drink
Rallying his remaining reserves, Cody began to code some more
As he pounded the keys, Cody realized he was even thinking in code
Still, he could feel the friction of lethargy begin to slow his neurons
He doubled down, blinking away at the ever growing wave of exhaustion
Everything became a blur, but Cody pushed even harder
Didn’t realize a keyboard could leave such an imprint on his drool drenched cheek
Counting the number of ceiling tiles for the fifteenth time
Resisting the siren call of sweet sweet slumber
As the voice of the teacher droned on and on
Still the class would just not end. Had entropy died?
How bad was it when I realized I had drooled all over my desk as I woke up
Stories echo in the emptiness of my mind. Their overlapping voices entangle and knot, causing me to lose one inside the other, like a series of babushka dolls. Slowly I try to separate each story, but I fail and they fall back inside the cacophony of words. I try to calm them down, coax them into a state of stupor, but suddenly I wake up with keyboard indents, and a river of drool flooding the canyon between the z and x key. I shut down my computer and head to bed. Well played stories, well played, but there’s always tomorrow.