That Forty Winks

It's almost 2, the sounds of movements around the hostel is slowing down to almost a still. I'm still flipping myself on the bed however, one side, then another, trying to catch a nibble of sleep, all in vain.

yeah, I told myself, it's the last paper later at 9am, and I need that good night sleep for it. Apparently, the moment I shut my eyelids, random thoughts started to flood.

Knowing all the stuffs undone, all things so packed to remember for the exam in the morning, all the worry about Dr. H's expectation on me to help him in his research.

And then the entertainment stuffs come in. Tina Turner. Don't ask.

Then random stuffs: kittens, mathematics, romanticwalksareboring, sushi...

Tired. Disturbed.

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Damn, I'm desperate now. To sleep.