Well the beat was creeping now, up his leg, from the future, begging rhythm from his nerves.
Time under another guise was fighting back with the lethargic ticks of the countdown to clocking off.
Fractions of expected fun set up camp in his mind and cracked a few glow sticks.
59 became 00 and that was that. No more week!
His head got in on the action, nodding out the pulse, as fantasy filled his lungs with weekend.