It's 10 PM.
I'm still at the lab, working on a research.
I still have a blood slide to check.
I'll probably be done by 11 PM,
or maybe 12.
I'm desperate for a shower,
or a pack of instant noodle,
or a few more episodes of Hannibal,
or a few more messages.
I'm in good health, though.
Well, good-ish.
I can't complain.
Life has been kind.
Yet all I want is to sleep in Your comfort.
