Seeing as how I have to wake up at six in the frickin' morning to leave for school, I need all the sleep I can get. Sleep's great anyway, whether the annoying weekdays or the relaxing weekend. I can't tell you how deep the relationship between me and my bed is. It's unreal how friendly we are.
Anyways, I share my cozy, cute green room with Jessie. The recently-turned-four-years-old stepsister that reminds me of a jelly blob who giggles at what normal people find annoying. She's got her cute sides too. Now, when Jessie is sick, she can't go two hours straight without waking up crying. She's my garaunteed midnight wake up call. Though 'midnight' isn't exactly the correct term. 'Two forty'five' is the most accurate.
At the forementioned time, Jessie began to cry her shining blue eyes out in broken sobs. My bloodshot, muddy-brown eyes shot open and I felt ready to murder. I stiffly rose from my bed, prepared to strangle the cause of my waking. A third of the way to my teeny step's bed, she stopped. I froze and sighed. Self-control, remeber, self-control. I walked lazily back to my bed and lay comfortably back down.
I envy anyone who can fall immediately back to sleep. I would kill for that talent. When I make attempts to go back to that bloody squirrel that haunts my every dream, I end up staring at my alarm clock prepared to ask the bright green numbers what there favorite movie is. Then I remember that they're making fun of me. It's a love-hate relationship.
Minute after flippin' minute passed ny and the most progress I made to falling asleep was closing my eyes for a few seconds. All I could do was stare into the darkness until I didn't realize I was staring anymore. My anger sanpped. Why couldn't I sleep!
This was so annoying! Could someone shoot me? That would at least make me happy. I think I might have screamed if the sudden realization that downloaded Bleach episodes were still waiting for me. I smiled slightly. It snapped my fury in half. Hehehe...That laugh may have been out loud, but I'm not quite sure.
Slowly I exited my room, without fully realizing what I was doing. I'll admit, I tripped more than twice on my way out and walking to my friendly technology. I slipped the headphones sitting by the machine over my ears. I was one stupid genius. Still am.