perspective

Sleep is so easy to achieve when you are in that altered state of mind; you left the beers in your bag, they are warm in the morning. The skunked drink tastes like a cross between sweat and that leftover chinese food that has been in your fridge since last semester.

Sleep is so easy to achieve when your body is being dragged down; you have been in class for fifty days and the only other fifty days you had left were spent at work. Your legs are crying and there is something thick and viscous in your lungs. The frosty snow covered hill you climbed last night begs you to lay down and call it quits.

Sleep is so hard to achieve when your mind is tired with thought; you want it to stop running and it won't; you haven't the slightest control over it. Legs give out and the body surrenders but that mass of wrinkly grey matter at the top of it all will never. You need to sleep, it's three-o-clock it's four-o-clock and the running needs to stop. You want to suppress. You pick up the skunked beer and drift off.