Good Day, Sweet Dreams

Sitting studiously at me desk
hands placed over the keyboard.
Ready to punch in the latest invoice
as soon as the boss walks through the door.

Little movement from me as I wait,
"Is he coming back at all today?"
Clicking here and there on the net,
plodding along to get through the day.

I close my eyes for a second,
perhaps a little longer than a blink.
I feel my senses slip away,
jerking swiftly upward, wide eyes on the screen.

Just a few seconds rest,
for my weary computer eyes.
Gone so quickly,
sheep had no chance.

I must have bounced at least three times,
in an attempt to wake up.
I cannot believe I am so tired,
that I am falling asleep in this horrid chair.

So cosy and warm,
so quiet and peaceful.
No shouting customers,
or blaring telephones.

I could stay here all afternoon,
let the time pass swiftly by.
I am sure no one will notice,
the puddle of drool on my desk may give me away.

At some point the boss returned
I awoke with a hand slamming my desk
"Good Day, Sweet Dreams?" he yelled,
leaned forward with a twisted smile
and whispered "You're fired".