I look at the clock then back at the screen. Then my eyes dart back to the clock.
“Oh no, it’s 2 a.m.” I think with emphasis.
I look at the screen with dread and see the arms reach out long, slender, metallic arms, fingers grasping. They grab me and pull me in. I’m swimming in a sea of ones and zeros, of lines of code and bits of thought. My eyes burn and my mind is foggy.
Then the space spits me out.
I’m in my chair.
It’s 5 a.m. Time to sleep, I think, defeated.