Zombie life

When you work 7am to 430 and have to try to sleep to work 11pm to 3am get back home at 4am and have to answer phones at 7am I must sound like a zombie. The living dead. I try to focus. I try to sleep 15 minutes on a half hour lunch. Everything that makes sense flies out the window.  But that check relieves my stress from worrying about bills. I know someday I will regret it. Wish for one more day with mom wish for the moments I missed. And yet here I am. Present but not really. As a zombie I get agitated if I don't get food. Or coffee. As a zombie nothing matters but the passing of the time so you can get sleep. I feel like sleeping. On the floor in the chair sitting in the car in the parking lot. Just 10 minutes to recharge my battery to drive an hour. I roll the window down. Ah fresh air. Then rain. Ugh. Have you ever seen a zombie movie? The way they move? That's me dragging my leg behind me shuffling my feet. Grabbing the railing on the steps to climb. Groaning. To myself. Mindless.