exhaustion

A haze, a cloud thickening over him, stifling thought, stiflying ideas, drawing out the yawning, the exhaustion, sucking up all energy. Damn, he was exhausted. He stifled a yawn, but soon, it too, came out. Out like it was supposed to, slow, steady, one measured whoosh in, it would not stop. He breathed out. He could smell the lentils in the air, garlic wafting through the room. His fingers were numb, and buzzing. The exhaustion was coming in full force. The light was flickering, not because the lights in reality were flickering but because the signals to his brain were not operating at full capacity. He was exhausted. His head slammed down on the table.