Live to Work

Its 11pm I sit alone staring blankly at my laptop screen, trying desperately to figure out a problem for monday morning.

People are counting on me I keep telling myself. I think my wifes already gone to bed not sure. I cant let people down, and this indigestion wont go away.

Damn its nearly 11:30pm and I can't focus people will get cross I need to have this done. Maybe more coffee will help nahh I've had seven cups.

I cant focus and the indigestions getting worse, whats that drumming, Where's my wife marie?

I keep working damn, its hot and the indigestion gets worse, rubbing my chest seems to help a little.

Then it hits me bang, my heart decides I've let down enough people I care for. My heart decides that right now I should stop worrying about small people.

I slump forward over my laptop unable to move and the world around me growing darker. All I can think of is how many people I've hurt.

"Sorry" I whisper before it all goes black.