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I just feel like writefagging a little.
Monday 4 AM. Everything is calm, but your head hurts. You can't take more work, you can't endure a single minute more. The moment you were expecting for so long has finally came: you finished your project.
Papers and cups of coffee and empty cookie envelopes scattered around your room, it was a complete mess: the mess you would expect from someone who had worked day and night without stopping. Your body was screaming for some sleep, but you felt you didn't deserve it. You brought your work to your home, where you added your entire weekend to your labour hours. You have turned into a machined fueled by instant coffee. You knew that you would regret that in some point of your life. But you didn't care. Your project wasn't going to finish by itself.
The moment of decision was before your very eyes. A small movement of your finger was everything left to finish it all and break the chains. With your heart full of hope, like a recluse going out from its prison, you synchronized your right hand with the little arrow showing in the screen. A little sound resonated all over your room when it was over the "Send" button.
*Click*
You were free. But your body didn't wait to claim its part of the trophy. The bed was waiting there, for you, dimly illuminated, in the opposite corner of your room, and a 3DS on your drawer next to it. Your body was eager for that comfortable sensation of lying down on a soft mattress, to rest your head over a pillow, and give yourself to the realm of dreams.
However, for some reason you had barely laid down on your bed when you took your 3DS on your hands, to play some Pokemon and fulfill the "bike simulator" quota of the day. Your eyelids burned, your body was worn out, but there you were: foolishly playing with your 3DS, even with continued days of work behind.
You could last even for three minutes. With your 3DS open your eyelids gave up and your eyes closed. Your conscience was no longer there.
