Unrelenting

He stares at the whitewash, spotless ceiling, eyes growing heavy. It's been a long day and it still hasn't ended. His body craves sleep. Even his arm feels like led as he checks the time.

How can they send a man to the moon, invent such technology that connects to the internet and fits into a device small enough to wrap around his wrist, and yet they can't slow down time.

He fidgets, trying to decide if he has enough time to nap and grab a shower before he has to head back out. Surely he can afford ten minutes.