Don't be afraid...

I'm... not... sleeping... too well... *yawn*

Bloodshot eyes. Blurry vision. Drool dripping from mouth. Uncombed hair. Untidily dressed. Files half dropping out of bag. Car keys shaking in hand.  Breaks side-view mirror on the way out. Drives like a drunkard. Then comes under a bus.

Those nights, meant for sleep, wasted on Facebook, finally took their toll. Unfortunately, not in cash.