Sleepless

It's been a hard week, may be the hardest one (so far..). Always on the run, hardly knowing where I was, mixing names and grades, reading and writing, shouting and falling asleep in the middle of a meeting....

I wish I could only sleep now, and relax, thinking of nothing, maybe dreaming , though not too much or too deep.

I wish I could just forget about all this meaningless humbug, I wish I could fall asleep...

If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, and all is mended,

That you have but slumber'd here

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding but a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend:

if you pardon, we will mend:

And, as I am an honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,

We will make amends ere long;

Else the Puck a liar call;

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends.

(A Midsummer night's dream - Act v. Scene i.)