Awaiting the Night

I fear what she has in store for me tonight. For the last three days I've been going on two or three hours of sleep as the technical beast had me in its grip. Now I feel the call to write and I think she's going to push me through the night. I work tomorrow but that doesn't matter to her. I'll fight her on this, even when she seduces me with the words, "the next day you don't work", but I rarely win such confrontations and temptations.