Evidently 

I didn’t take enough Tired before bed last the night so there I was, holding a couple more capsules with three fingers against one one palm and lifting the faucet with the other two, while, on the other hand, filling a tumbler I was also gripping.   I don’t ever let anything drop.  

 

Evidently

I didn’t make enough Tired before bed to last the night so I got up after a few hours to stoke what was left and look around for more weary scraps to throw in.  I always seem to have something piled up somewhere inside.   

 

Evidently 

I didn’t fake enough Tired to fool myself into falling back asleep last night, lying there with deep breaths and shallow thoughts.  So instead, I sat, upright in the dark.  I don't easily fall for stuff.  You'd think a lifetime of that would be exhausting.  

 

 

 

Evidently

not.

 

Yet, today, 

I'm struggling to stay 

awake.