Revenge Bedtime Procrastination

Klaus had imagined the perfect scenario: Him and a stunning woman awaiting him in a dimly lit motel room. The neon light flickered dramatically and the tension in his head was palpable. She would look at him with a seductive gaze, a glass of red wine in her hand, and everything would be like something out of a movie. But instead, Klaus lay alone in bed. The only woman staring at him was the presenter of the cooking show he had found on YouTube when he was supposed to be asleep. The red wine was just an empty stain on his sweatpants, and the motel was his couch. Revenge Bedtime Procrastination had struck again. Instead of going to bed early to finally get to work well-rested, Klaus roamed the endless universe of the internet and dreamed of fantasies that would never become reality.