or when sleep takes a pass.
last night before school. the eve of august 1st, when all could go wrong.
i made sure to get into bed and prepared for good sleep at 10:45, knowing that in eight hours, i would need to wake up for a day no one wanted to wake up for.
the hours passed slowly, tantalizingly, in the darkness, two slipping away soon enough.
a third escapes me with my dimly lit room and a pencil in my hand.
the fourth bings sleep, though dissatisfactory.
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Smart Girl
Não Ficçãothoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
