What the world needs now/ is sleep, sweet sleep.
A shadowy figure stood in my bedroom doorway. In my daze I saw it was male, with a medium build, which lead me to speculate who it was exactly. Of course, as soon as he started speaking, I realized it was my dad. This would make sense, considering that he’s the only person who fits the aforementioned physical description who lives in my house. The effects of my previous slumber hadn’t entirely worn off, and I wondered just how long I had been conscious.
Jokingly, he questioned, “So, are you going to get an F in three classes since you decided to take a break?”
What? Classes? Break? I looked around the unlit room, and realized that the darkness had not been due to my weak eyes, but due to the lack of a sun. I became aware of my physical state – wrapped up in blankets, on top of a sinfully soft mattress. Why was I here? Where had I been before?
It struck me.
“Oh my gosh, what time is it?” I asked semi-frantically.
“About six.”
I was more awake, and able to do grade school math in my head. Quite the accomplishment.
“Have I really been asleep for four hours?”
“More like three and a half.”
It was then that I realized that I had been napping, and that my “nap” had been longer than my “sleep” the “night” before. [More like this morning.] As soon as I had gotten home, I had seized the chance that only Tuesdays and Sundays give me – to actually sleep. Wishing my parents a good night, I had flung myself into my bed, turned on some dozy Mazzy Starr and crashed.
And now I sit, in front of my computer screen, wishing that my moment of bliss was still upon me. So, will I get an F in three classes because I decided to “take a break”? No, but it’s almost depressing that the decision has come down to sleep or succeed.
It’s even more depressing that I have chosen succeed. And yet I am still getting more B’s than A’s. In the words of the oh so wise Hillary, “What the heck, man?” Also, Kellogg’s assertion that grade-wise, “B is the new F” maybe lead me to use the transitive property on my dad’s question. Observe:
If “taking a break” = sleeping,
and F = B,
then the question “Are you going to get an F in three classes since you decided to take a break?”
theoretically =’s: “Are you going to get a B in three classes since you decided to sleep?”
And the answer might end up being a positive. Although, I do not blame my mere “above average” grades on slumber since clearly, I don’t get “enough” of it. The actual culprits are tests, math, and science. Curse you, physics. I don’t freaking care how much applied force it takes to move a book up the wall. Books don’t belong on walls anyway; they belong in my lap as I sit in a recliner, basking in the wonder that is the written word. But apparently, my quest to actually finish the five or so books I have half-read [including, but not limited to: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Silence in Octoberby Jens Christian Grondahl, Click by Kristopher Young] is not quite as important enough as the effects of friction. Hold on a sec while I go pull out my hair by its follicles.
This week will be the worst yet. But oh, the precious hope of that wondrous break! My heart flutters.
