26/04/13
The fatigue tugs at my eyes so early some
nights. Even on days where I have done practically nothing, at least nothing to
make me weary, nothing that requires exertion. The prescription lenses draw out
every ounce of strength my eyes, but my eyelids can’t close. There is so much
to do. I have nothing to do actually; I just fight sleep until I feel it is a
respectable hour to concede defeat. I mean, a teenager, one with only a year
left of adolescence no less, shouldn’t be closing their eyes before 11pm right?
Regardless of the fact that I’m not out at some raging party or even watching a
film with a friend. No. I’m lost in the Internet and the endless distractions
it harbours. There’s no real escape from that pull. Until the tiredness focuses
its attention on the rest of my being, those important limbs operating the
instigator, the one forcing my body to stay awake by clicking keys and swiping
through endless bright windows.
My eyelids rise slower and slower after
each blink, and the tapping of my fingers becomes laboured. The lamp is no
longer reducing the strain of the bright screen and my eyes shout at my brain
for a ten-hour respite. I close my mac’s lid and ponder the day to come. What
do I have planned? Is an alarm necessary? An alarm is always necessary - I
could sleep forever.
But I don’t have forever to waste.
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