It had been a long weekend but a good one. The lack of sleep was starting to show as soon as he got to work. How was he supposed to get through this day? The coffee pot called, but memories of the near panic attacks... Perhaps some tea. He felt better totally clear of caffeine, even when tired, but today there was so much he wanted to get done. These were not tasks that could handle a sleepy deprived brain. Maybe just today. Just one cup. Or one sip. Or decaf? That has some caffeine in it. At least he could pretend.
Sleep is a way too common theme on this blog, but you are supposed to write what you know.
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