Story of 40 hours.

"He heard the click. The door opened.
Man gasped, stared to the hall, and after taking breath he took a step.
He was inside and looking around. Everything looked dreary, vague and unfamiliar. He took a few labile steps then took his jacket off. He was tired.
Dead tired.
The man wobbled with uncertain steps, almost dragging his foots along the floor.
While coming to a dark room he noticed a stuffy scent. He didn't care.
He had a exceedingly necessary thing to do. He walked to computer.
Turned it on. After few minutes he got it. Immidiately, all life absconded from his eyes, his body went saggy, and he fell on the bed. Peace descended.
He had Blipped."

Not quite but almost. After our amazing yesterday and day before yesterday I felt dead tired. I woke up 1.30pm today and was grateful that it was sunday. I had a lazy sunday but at 8 I just had to go outside. And ofcourse I had to catch the last rays of sun. I'm on a streak.