lizzy Myers

The Deserving Desire

Closing my tired, red eyes after working all night, it was 2:20 am. I was exhausted, well that was an understatement. Trying to sleep without worrying about the next day, working in the concrete boxes built to tower over every other corporate building, serving coffees to businessmen when I’m half asleep, organizing days off for them, to fit with their co-workers when I haven’t had a day off in 4 weeks.