the day the day the days

I hate falling asleep while reading a book and waking up at dawn with the fluorescent light in your face and nothing from print remaining in memory.

And that thick heavy sinking sickly feeling that you've wasted one precious day of your even precious weekend, starting a much cherished Sunday with the fluorescent light in your face and nothing from print remaining in memory, destroying that feeling of a cherished Sunday forever - or at least till the following Sunday.

And then still feeling sleepy anyway.