Twisting and turning in my bed, it’s 12:45 and I can’t fall asleep. I have to be at work in 3 hours, take a final in 10 hours and it appears I will be doing both without sleep.
1:30… still can’t fall asleep. I look over at the clock, the only form of light shining throughout my dark, cave like room. I like it dark, the mysterious feeling of not knowing if it’s 5 in the morning or 2 in the afternoon provides mystery, and not to mention a great opportunity to take naps at any time of day.
2:30… still no sleep. I suppose I will just get out of bed and take a nice long shower and study a little before work. No point in sleeping for an hour and then wanting to throw my alarm clock against the wall when it rings to wake me up at 3:30. It’s at this moment; the darkness of my cave like room no longer seems advantageous. I can’t turn my light on in my room because I don’t want to wake my girlfriend as she luckily does not have to wake up early in the morning. I feel around my desk looking for my wallet.
Cling, I knock over a flask. “Shit” I say under my breath. I pick up the flask and continue to feel around my desk for my wallet. It’s now 3:00 once I finally find the wallet and my Communication book so I can study.
It’s now 3:12 and way too early to function. Just the second day of work and things already seem problematic. I’m going to have to figure out a better sleep schedule.
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