The tranquility of the night
Is disrupted by an undercurrent of fatigue
The endless sifting through tabs for your EE
Accompanied by the clamor of the keyboard keys
Begrudgingly a glance is had at the clock and it reads "3:37 AM"
Vexed and weary
The bed seems to invite you into its comforting embrace
You slip into bed and the cycle begins anew.

-Anonymous