"Must I? The moment I step out there, an aide or a secretary is sure to find me," he laid back on the bed, kicking his shoes off before pulling his legs up.

"I'm still not sure if this is a dream, you know," he rubbed his face with his hands, even his eyes. While he couldn't see out of them, they still felt tired. He shimmied up the bed, laying his head on the pillow.

"Besides, I don't think I'd make it ten feet down the hall. I've been awake for nearly fifty-five hours." He unbuttoned his top three buttons as well as his cuffs. With his face pressed into the pillow, that's the last thing he said before falling deeply asleep.