Passed through the Shadow of Jupiter

In one of those ever so tired moods, when what you know you should do is just go and enjoy the comfort of fresh sheets and deep sleep. But instead you struggle on, past the point at which wakefulness has any meaning. Blurred eyes struggle to capture the light, as reason takes orbit, slumping in a chair and your mind takes a walk, "What did I do? What could I do? Yes, what did I do? Well. . . I thought about you, I thought about you."