I wake up. It's five am in the morning. All I can think about is getting nearer to school; I feel an actual need to be geographically closer to the people I admire and love.
However, having bedded at beyond midnight, my ever-enduring, life-destroying sleeping patterns disagree upon my happiness, insisting to wage an hour long battle to ensure that I remain motionless in my abode.
It's a pointless war though. I always win. I don't know why my body even bothers.
Sure enough, each morning, I rise, defiant against my body's wishes. I know that it only means well. I know that it knows best. I know it only wants what it needs, and I know that this will get the better of me one day.
For now, I have better things to do.
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