2:35am I want to sleep but I can’t Eight-hundred and twenty-six more words left. I want to eat but I shouldn’t Eight-hundred and seven words left.
I try to concentrate, squinting my eyes as If it would focus them better. Sitting up straight, trying to control The sudden realisation at how heavy My head really is.
Six-hundred and seventy-two words left. I look at the early times on my clock I ignore the yawn that escapes my mouth I pause. My heart beat increases I look at the big number that looks so small And I put my face in my hands in defeat, Savouring the feeling of having my eyes closed Slapping myself awake, I rise
Two-hundred and thirty-seven words left. Flicking through pages, hunched over My swamped desk, with a cold cup of tea By my side, I type and type and type and type.
Twenty-seven words left. I drag myself past the finish line as I Push down the full stop button that Ends my suffering.
I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I held Breathing out in relief, not thinking about The fact I will have to do this again in a few days I shut the thoughts out as well as my laptop
Switch my lamp off Pack my books away and Tuck myself into a deep slumber, as I sleep painfully ignoring the sun that has peaked its way up and the little amount of time I have left till the beeping begins.
