..on working at night time while your friends all sleep furiously.

I must have rubbed my eyes all night, but I made it through to the other side.
Removing my glasses each time, until I made it through to the other side.
When good morning means good night and an atypical sun creeps from behind the roofs to the tree tops instead of a typical moon and it's easy, soft bathing light. Hiding until it chooses to shine and only then will it suddenly brake through the shade and into your eyes, it's hard to imagine your enitial reaction but now it's blinding you, so bright; sleep furiously.