A dream-filled night's worth of
tangled bedsheets, then a frantic drowsy start.
What day is it? Where am I? The beach
is too far away for there to be this
much sand in my eyes so imagine my suprise when
I find a goldmine.
I made calculations machinations and schemes
but midnight me doesn't have the means for decent math. The
morning alarm must've quit.
Grumpy because six-ish hours of sleep as
opposed to a 17-ish hour day does not a happy guy make.
Bathing in scathing hot water makes me drowsier? A meaningless
blurry slog, clothes on, sleep off, until the bus stop.
Then I see those people I like. I forgot about them. Oh hey guys
how was your morning?
Hope you're not mourning the loss of sleep, zing. Me? Oh I'm alright
Really? Today we have that class I like? And a free period in the afternoon?
Hm, seems pretty cool, only a fool would pass up the opportunity
to get in another hour of sleep.
But that's not the case. The nerf war after school with my guys has
a stupid grin plastered on my face, not a trace
of sleepiness found. Fun bound to happen in the future, and
speaking of which, that college called me back. Apparently
my test grades are stellar, what's even more exciting is that
in their call they called me sir, even dropped a joke. We want to you
to consider us, a shining student like you is a must for
this university. With the promise of foamy violence, a future
in science, and I just heard it WON'T rain,
Who's ever even
heard of sleep?