I stumble out of bed after a mere two hours of sleep with a pounding brain against a heavy skull. It feels like getting washed under a tide, a pressure like sinking. A feeling that expands all the way to my gut, one so great that it feels like I haven't eaten in a week. To eat would mean to feel cereal sliding down the walls of my throat. Sliding and sticking. My eyes produce that feeling too. With every blink my eyelid slides over burning eyes. Up, down, up, down. I’d be better off to leave them closed. I have no reason to force my limbs to carry the incomprehensible weight of my mind and body. No drive other than the thought of getting in a car and being as far away as possible. I suppose I should stop complaining. It’s time for school.