Once the arm moves to an eight and a twelve, I'll be out of this energy-zapping and stuffy hole, walking down the path, hailing a cab to send me home. At the state that I am in, exhaustion seems to be an inappropriate term. I picture a grateful smile on my face as I crawl towards my bed, after a warm bath, grabbing my thick blanket around my tired, lithe body and sinking softly into my safe haven. Curling an orange tiger under one arm and.. breathing in and out, deeply and thoughtfully, I can imagine my heavy eye lids slowly surrendering.... and before long, I'll be asleep, a deep sleep.

I crave for clarity.