The silent voice, a military genius!

Sometimes the enviable occurs. Sleep deprivation happens quite easily to me. Any given afternoon at school you can see me propped up in my chair or keeled out over a desk taking a long, long blink.

What’s worse is that my inner conscience starts bubbling to the surface. It’s like I need an adequate amount of sleep to keep that bastard at bay. No, I’m not going bonkers.

He’d blind side me in some open-handed pincer movement worthy of the Desert Fox himself. Why haven’t you done this, Or you shouldn’t have done that. Think of how he/she feels! Not in one continuous stream, but just a gut punch to keep me distracted enough from what I was doing at the time. Stay back.

Looking on the brighter side, it really does make weekends and sleeping in so much more appreciated.