The afternoon slump hit him hard, making it impossible to keep his eyes open. And, as soon as he let his eyelids fall shut, he slipped into an instant, deep sleep.
While he remained asleep, time flowed away like sand through an hourglass— smoothly and undisturbed.
What was meant to be a brief nap stretched on, turning into a lengthy rest. And, by the time he finally stirred and opened his eyes, the light in the room had changed; it was already evening.
"How long did I fall asleep?" he murmured in a state of sleepiness, glancing toward the window.
Outside the window, the sky had turned into a stunning display of red and orange, signaling dusk. Though it seemed quite dreamy and serene to look at, upon noticing its shades, his eyes jolted awake.
"Shit... I overslept," he yelled albeit in a state of restlessness.
It was as if he had missed something.
"Why did no one wake me up?" speaking such, he turned to look at the wall clock.
