como yo te amo
I laid down to sleep close to 1am last night. About two minutes later, with my eyes closed, concentrating about falling asleep and vowing to take control of my dreams (lucid dreaming), the familiar ringtone of Alicia Keys' "If I Ain't Got You" melodiously summoned me to pick up the phone; I set that ringtone for Jems.
J: "Hello, I need your help with Flash, I'm desperate, everyone else is sleeping already."
Me: "Oh ok."
Who knew that I'd stay awake for two more hours and finally get some shut eye at around 3:15am? This is why I hate Flash, and judging from Jems' reaction to our convo and his admission, that he hates it also.
It's amazing how much energy I had in me that late, maybe my body's getting used to staying up super late nowadays, but towards the end, I started thinking that today probably already was "lost." I knew I'd struggle with my energy, I knew I'd act like Mr. Crankypants. I kept thinking, he better be so nice to me and realize the sacrifice I made. Am I too nice to him, my fellow struggling classmate, or too stupid to look after my own well-being?
I hear my alarm go off through my earplugs, and I reach out blindly to push the snooze button and fall back asleep quickly. The cycle goes on the whole two hours plus since the alarm starts beeping. When the sound of the alarm plays in your "dream," it sounds so different, unfamiliar, the buzzing seems to go at a faster pace.
The silver lining in all of this: I vaguely hear my doorbell. Half asleep, I venture downstairs to find out if indeed someone rung me up. It's amazing I made my way down to the front door or our building since my movements consisted of sloth-like sluggishness.


And oh yeah, I've learned my lesson well...I'll make sure to turn off my phone before going to bed and maybe on the weekends too.
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