I’m not sleeping

I closed my eyes at my desk. They burned more for a few seconds, then they felt better. The howling and barking in the background faded away. The dizziness I felt receded then disappeared.

For a few minutes I could have been back at home, tucked into my warm bed, all cozy in my pajamas. I could almost smell the sweet, marshmallow-y scent of TKO on my pillows and shirt. The best feeling when I’m exhausted: the comfort of my bed as I drift off to sleep. A few more seconds with my eyes closed and I’d really be sleeping…

I opened my eyes and a wave of exhaustion crashed over me.

No, I did not sleep well last night. I don’t own enough concealer to hide the rings under my eyes (they’re there even when I’m at my most well-rested). I have zero patience, and I find myself perplexed by the simplest problems.

Argh.

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