As finals week approaches, I think this is something we can all relate to.


My dearest sleep, how I miss your embrace. I miss the darkness and the warmth, I miss the pleasant dreams, and I’m even starting to miss the less pleasant ones. Forgive me for abandoning you. I know I didn’t give you as much time as I should. I know I neglected you, and I shouldn’t have. I know I used various substances in order to distance myself from you. But you have to understand, I have so much work to do. And I know it looks like my priorities are anything but you, but you mean so much to me. You’re my absolute favorite. It’s true, I miss you dearly but there’s nothing I can do. This is the way it has to be but I promise: it isn’t you; it’s me. You’ve always been there for me. You’re more comforting than most. Maybe we can still be friends? Distant acquaintances at least? We’ll see each other occasionally, briefly, in passing, and maybe it won’t be awkward.

And maybe someday we can try again, go back to the way it used to be. I dream of that day. Maybe someday it’ll get here, the day when I won’t be drowning in schoolwork with so much to do it doesn’t seem possible. Maybe one day I’ll have some free time, some time to myself. An extra hour or a spare twenty minutes. If I’m lucky maybe a whole morning. I can’t wait for that day to arrive, because it will be a glorious day, a day to be celebrated, a day to rejoice and be thankful. A day when we will be reunited. And on that day, I will do one thing. Only one, something I have waited so long for. A day when our time together won't be cut short. A day when I can finally, after all this time....

sleep in.