My tiredness is made from-

an energetic little brother, waking you up on a rainy weekend,

a pillow dozing off into dreamworld,

the pages left of your homework book, demanding you to finish every single page,

a boring day with nothing to do,

and the comfy duvet with me already in it.

I found it-

laying in the pages of my favourite fictional fantasy story book,

relaxing on a deckchair with a masseuse giving you a satisfying massage,

Reading a whole dictionary,

Dancing slowly to the waltz,

Where ponies prance around with cuddly bunnies on their backs.

This tiredness can-

Bore the energetic,

Turn the active athletes into fat frogs,

wheeze out breath from busy business people, 

silence the homeless’ pleads

in an uncomfortable cage,

and let out contagious yawns,

till it is a speck of dust,

travelling the world.

If I had lost this tiredness-

even the poor would sparkle…