My tired feet :(

These are my poor tired feet after a nights work.. I work mid-nights and consider my self as one of the really twissed, vanpire type people who sleep all day. And when the night falls we come alive. For all those who live in this world  will etest to, the   fact that are a special breed. For not everyone can live this backward existance. It is not for every0ne..

At the end of this nightly ritual, we emerge into the light, our feet sore, our bodies reminding us that we were really, not created for this life syle. The aches the pains, the somber looks upon our faces.  The way our eye lids flutter trying not to close, as  we need our sight to make it home to our warm cozy sleeping quarters. Where we draw the drapes, block out  the sun, put on our warm and fuzzy jammies, and drift off to never-never land.

Then  when the darkness comes we emerge from our cozy abode, and play the darkness dance all over again.. So, is the life of the mid-night worker. At least in my world.. I wait for the weekend when I can play the part of  ” the normal human “.    And, so the dance goes on.