feeling lacking expression

The endless labor that drug on late into the night proved to be regrettable when the incessant beeping sounded at six the following morning, indicating yet another day’s beginning. The alarm, despite the numerous smacks the snooze button received, sounded in its shrill tone, signaling the morning, which had come entirely too soon. Even with the grogginess that accompanied my newly awakened body, the multiple deadlines and the infinite load of work bearing down upon my shoulders materialized instantaneously. Along with the flooding of light into my eyes came the flooding of reminders of the countless “things” that must be done. The number of hours in the day progressively grows shorter. Each evening, the already limited moments of peace decrease as work fills the time previously devoted to relaxation. Around every corner, hiding behind each nook and cranny, looms the threat of failure due to overlooking or forgetting a deadline. Hours of rest dwindle away. Working under the shine of the sun no longer occurs, as the moon becomes the new source of light.