The rest of Ilana's day went pretty smoothly.
She went to Midwifery class, and managed to freak everyone out by explaining exactly why she wasn't scared to preform bimanual compression, when necessary.
She went to Music class and managed to make a beat on the drums that sounded like the song they were learning, "Pour Some Sugar On Me." by Def Leopard.
She went to Lunch and got puked on.
She went to Math and fell asleep.
She went to History and surprised the whole class about how much she knew about Shakespeare.
Hey it wasn't her fault that she got bored!
She went to English and again fell asleep.
She went to Health and sang along to her friends singing the "Sore Feet Song."
She went to PE (Hockey that day) and got pummeled.
She went home and collapsed on her bed. But as soon as her head hit her pillow, she knew sleep was not going to come easy.
More like not at all.
In fact, all that night and the night after, sleep didn't come.
Not even a little bit, not even at all.
"14,357,890...14,357,891...14,357,892..."
Ilana lay awake counting sheep on her third night without sleep.
She knew exactly why she was insomniac. Her dad.
His favorite way to punish her was to lecture her till 1am, send her to bed, leave all her lights on and her radio, not allow her to turn them off, and then wake her up at 3am.
Then he would make her exercise and do chores all day and not allow her to go to sleep till 3am the next day.
What about school you ask?
In her dad's mind, school was a privilege, like eating and sleeping and showering.
But tonight (she hoped) her dad was to tired to lecture her.
She rolled over and sighed.
It wasn't going to get easier was it?