The sonorous strains of time that resonate from an old grandfathers clock fill the chambers of my mind. It’s the time where I fight my biggest battles. Its close to 2:30pm where the mind loses to the body. Sleep is all-encompassing. The fight is futile. The resistance meek. The resistance once consisted of doses of caffeine, Lift-off, hot water, general time-wasting chats with friends and pursuing of a hobby. The resistance continues to fail. What is it about the noon hour that makes the mind numb, the senses weak, and the lids heavy? Is it the food we take, the body clock, the weather, the demands of the body, or simply the boredom? Questions as deep as life itself. But I can wait for the answers – till I wake up!
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