it's morning. the last jovial vestiges of a late sleepless night harass me with an ability to distract and disturb that is unequaled. the fun now gone, exhaustion cascades over my mind like never ending waves. i'd kick myself, if i could summon the strength. i have become as familiar as an old friend with the grain of the wood of my desk, the last thing my eyes take in before my drooping eyelids eclipse all with darkness. it is sorely tempting to give in, to surrender myself to the loving, comforting embrace of oblivion. for but an instant, i indulge, immersing myself in ther ocean of nothingness... and then responsibility again prevails as i rally my strength and force my head away from that softest of hard surfaces, not without some regret. i comfort myself with thoughts of total darkness and the soft embrace of sleep, a dangerous train of thought in this state. my mind wanders until i once again see darkness encroaching on a last glimpse of scarred wood...
Author notes
alright, i wrote this in design class today, literally falling asleep while i did it. basically, it's just a reflection on my morning.
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please read the author's not before commenting, and consider it in the context of the story.
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i like it, good description. seemed more..uh, intense than just falling asleep in class
but nice write.
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Ermm... It says to read the authors notes before I comment on this piece. However, unless its just be being dim as usual then I cant find the authors notes. Even with out them I still enjoyed readind this story. It may not be the context in which this was writen but as a chronic sufferer of insomnia I know what it feels like to be unable to keep your eyes open in class and pay attention. If you send me a link to the authors notes though I will re-read it and comment again.
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