Well, it's 10 o' clock and lights are out.
My roomate is snoozing, a lump of blankets.
Through the dark, I hear a plane, soaring overhead with it's last passengers.
I flip over, shuffling my feet through the tangle of sheets.
A blinking light captures my attention, distracting my mind from numbing sleep.
It's my computer, alerting me it needs to be charged.
I slip out of bed, and reach under the desk, searching blindly for my charger.
Smug with satisfaction of finding the plug, I hop into bed again, exhaling.
Cmon me, sleep!
I glance to my left, and a red blur greets my eyes, announcing it's 11:30.
I huff and turn the clock around, not wanting to realize the truth.
My stuffed animal smiles in the dark, watching the struggle.
I kick the covers off, freeing myself from the molten lava prison.
Reaching for my phone I check the time, blinded by the ridiculous amount of light it shows.
A moan is heard from across the room, and my roomate shifts, dreaming.
Of course, I'm jelous, and close my eyes, only to open them later.
1:15. Cmon me, sleep!!
I give up, and get out of bed to hit the bathroom, actually shivering from the lack of blankets.
I also grab some chips, hungry from the fight that I have lost.
Luckily, my roomie is dead to the world, and could sleep through a fire alarm.
It's 3:29. Frustrated, I stretch my limbs, and finally sank into a semi-asleep state.
Some idiot in the hall is drunk, and laughs as he passes by the room with a friend.
Damn him. Startled awake, I make sure the door is locked, and sit. Sit. Sit.
4:56. I'm officially dead. I just want to close my eyes, and never get up again.