Snoozing at the Round Table

In a bar, a woman in a lace-sleeved top sits at a round table, succumbing to the lull of sleep. Her head, falling forward but ultimately resting on her chest, becomes a still-life portrait of the night’s exhaustion. The table is littered with empty cups, beer bottles, and cans, telling a tale of merriment and abandon.

But hopefully, her phone, lying dormant in front of her, will still be there when she re-enters the world of the conscious. It’s a common scene in the nightlife, where the weariness of the week collides with the desire to unwind. But everyone must know their limits to have a safe trip home.