Midnight, you sit there on your desk and the clock ticks too fast. There remains beads of sweat across your brow. You try hard not to make a yawn. Even a wink isn’t allowed. Deep sighs could go a long way. A mere scribble of a new word you never want to forget. Emphasizing. Repeating. Ingesting. Hoping. Holding on to that new thought. Wishing hard it won’t become a stray. Then the silent night press hard on you. And that sound of people make when they’re asleep. You rest your arm on your desk. You carefully lay your head. You made a makeshift bed.