it is 12:37 am and the clock is ticking away.

you have just tucked yourself in bed, with your head resting on the pillow, your arms hugging the bolster that you have had since childhood, and your blanklet covering up to your chin. you double check the alarm clock to make sure that you had set it correctly at 6:30 am the next morning, and subsequently, you close your eyes and shut down your brain - a gesture that awaits and welcomes the break of the dawn.

it is 2:15 am and the clock is ticking away.

you are still lying on your back, face up. your body is physically drained but your mind just refuses to cooperate. you look at the time and calculate that you only have exactly four more hours and fifteen more minutes to catch some sleep. you toss and turn, hoping to find a comfortable position but the futile attempt only makes you more restless. you peered at the clock again. four more hours.

it is 3:52 am.

you heart starts to palpitate, your mind starts to panick and you start breaking into perspiration. you fling the blanklet aside and sit up on the bed in frustration. the room is so quiet that all you can hear is the sound of your own breathing and the alarm clock ticking away. you feel a shroud of hopelessness over you. you realise that you cannot always be in control of everything, not this time at least.

you sigh, as you lie back on the bed in resignation.


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