Snooze

I get up and go to work. Even if I’m tired. Even if I want to escape it all and go to Mexico for a vacation. Even if I want to pull the covers over my head and sleep for a few more hours. I get my stuff done. Even if a fluffy, warm, soft cat, looks up at me and tells me with his eyes that he wants to snuggle. I go to work. I do my work, and refrain from taking a nap under my desk, like an old colleague used to do. He’d take a nap under his desk, snoring away. He’s an attorney now at a top firm. He makes a lot of money. See how hard work pays off? Okay, maybe I do need a nap.