Good (my eyes struggle

To stay open.

I blink repeatedly

Trying to keep myself from falling asleep,

Right here in the hallway.

Why did I get out of bed?

It takes every bit of ‘oomf’

To continue what feels like a

100 mile journey to my first period class.

Really it's just down the hall.

The 4 hours of sleep I got last night,

Is really hitting me like a bag of bricks

Dropped from above.

The thought that in only 7 hours from now

I can go home and go back to bed

Is what keeps me walking forward.

If only I got 7 hours of sleep.

Maybe I wouldn't be this tired.

Let's not kid myself,

I totally still would be.

She stands outside her class with the fake-ist smile

In the world.

No one’s this happy this early in the day.

        It's.

              Impossible.

I’m still squinting from the bright fluorescent light,

And through a yawn-)

Morning.