Dejection; Dawn Ensuing

 Time is nearing midnight, yet one barely taste sleepiness creeping.

One nodded during the late afternoon, until early evening.

Slightly tired, for one works seven days a week.

One works in the same cradle that the significant other has been in. In-laws scattered all around the precinct.

However, the work during peak seasons are troublingly tiring. Especially given the understaffing that occurs. 

One will juggle multiple physical errands, often for 15 hours with no particularly dedicated rest. Unlike the dedicated staffs, who are entitled to one.

One's a family of the in-laws, yet every request of rest is accompanied by remorse and contrition. Even a slight, minor nod feels illegally done.

One feels like walking on a thin ice. Stowed anger creeps along like an angler; waiting for the perfect timing to snap.

One hopes that the feeling is nothing but a fad; one that passes soon with no problems.

Originally published on March 13 2566, 23:35.