Diary Drabble: Nap

It’s just a few minutes. Just a little rest to soothe his aching head. And eyes, dryer than all the deserts for how many hours he’s been staring at the screen.

He drops his head back on his pillow and shifts to rid his back of the kinks in his sweatshirt. Then decides he’s cold, so fidgets some more until he’s snug beneath the duvet.

Just a nap, he says, just a short nap, then back to the work he has to get done today.

Three hours later, he wakes to bristling silence. Certain of a shift in th...