Morpheus comes calling..

At my table after lunch. The sun is shining with a vengeance now. He was denied his birthright earlier in the day by a vigilante group of grey sombre clouds. So now he's having his revenge on us poor earthlings..I cant do this any longer..Eyes are heavy..these natural blinkers of mine are adamant that they down their shutters for a while..My only fear is that what if people realise what I am doing? There is a small glass window on my door.for all the world to see..I am rambling..I am very very sleepy....I-