The Walking Dead, Well, Dead-ish

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.