Untitled: Part II, Section I

He stared at his data in amazement. He was sure he'd done the right calculations. He'd been glued to his notes for no less than ten straight hours and he'd be damned if he had made a mistake. He looked at his results and shook his head. Something wasn't right. The numbers were ridiculous! He was so sure he'd done everything right. He sighed, took off his glasses - the latest, unrimmed, anti-glare Ray Bans - and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. He needed sleep. He needed it badly. He slowly reached out and switched his desk lamp off. He'd get back to his calculations after a few hours of unconsciousness and, hopefully, a clearer brain. He pushed himself (and his chair) away from the desk, got up and walked sluggishly to his bedroom trying to rub the burning sensation out of his eyes. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. His unbelievable results lay carelessly on his desk along with his Ray Bans which were glinting slightly in the moonlight that poured through the window.