You lie on the bed. Close your eyes. Toss and turn. Fluff your pillow up. You feel like hours have passed, but when you look at the clock, it's only been minutes. You sigh. You close your eyes again. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to go to sleep.
But you still can't.
So you wake up, grab your books, and try to read. Your eyes glaze over the books. You decide to take a break. You switch on your laptop, check your Facebook, Twitter, emails, blog, and whatever social networks you have. When nothing else left, you stare at your books. Then you stare the empty space in front of you.
You remember the test is coming soon.
You curl into a ball, trying to get the image of the examination day out of your mind. But you can't. But being curled up is very comforting. So you stay like that. For minutes. Hours, perhaps. Then your tummy grumbles. So you make yourself a meal. You eat, then you try to read again. But nothing seems to make sense. So you resume being curled up.
Then you remember the test is tomorrow.
But still, here you are.
Same old, same old, eh?
But you still can't.
So you wake up, grab your books, and try to read. Your eyes glaze over the books. You decide to take a break. You switch on your laptop, check your Facebook, Twitter, emails, blog, and whatever social networks you have. When nothing else left, you stare at your books. Then you stare the empty space in front of you.
You remember the test is coming soon.
You curl into a ball, trying to get the image of the examination day out of your mind. But you can't. But being curled up is very comforting. So you stay like that. For minutes. Hours, perhaps. Then your tummy grumbles. So you make yourself a meal. You eat, then you try to read again. But nothing seems to make sense. So you resume being curled up.
Then you remember the test is tomorrow.
But still, here you are.
Same old, same old, eh?
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