Golden hour

golden hour of loneliness creeps in around 5 pm, it's one sunken eye lid on my already tired face. I cleanse my facial mussels to try to resume its position on my skin but its too late it has surcome to the fatigue. As my eyes begin to close it takes all of my strength to flutter them open once again to catch a glimpse of the empty space that surrounds me. I would like to drift into my slumper but I fear that I won't awaken until the morning light of the new day, it's not uncommen for me to rest for 12 hours at a time. Sometimes I take account for the lost time and will want to be surrounded my nature.