I seem to dislike going to bed yet I always want to sleep in the morning. I always use that same old phrase “ just five minuets more” that’s in the morning and evening. After about half an hour I go up to bed and I fall fast asleep only knowing that the next morning I have to go through this all over again-how depressing-don’t get me wrong I’m not that bad.
Whether I'm slightly deaf or my brain just... ... middle of paper ... ... was ended I make sure my alarm is set, switch off my TV and decide upon a bit of light reading. And I mean light. I haven't read a real book for about a month. At 11.20PM I switch off my light and try to get to sleep although sleep doesn't come for me as quickly as it does for some. Instead I lay awake thinking, my mind racing.
Trying to fall back to sleep, I reach for my plush monkey and lay on his soft, velvety stomach. I finally hear the sound I was waiting for, the remedy to my sleepless nights. I hear the door creak open and the “self- proclaimed obnoxious” foot steps, but to me it is the total opposite. The kitchen lights magically turn on. After ten minutes, it seems that all the sound has stopped and the apartment goes back to total darkness.
I'm getting bored of wearing the same uniform, and listening to the same squabbles going on from the day before. At 07:00, I stumble across the landing, walking passed my mums and dads bedroom, hearing the loud snoring coming from my dad. It's weird, because you never really know weather you snore yourself, unless someone tells you, but then they might be lying. I know that my dad's snoring annoys my mum, because she is always seems to be woken up by him. I don't know how she sleeps, it must drive her mad, and being a light sleeper probably doesn't help.
“Well then live like mom, going to bed at nine every night and never wanting to do anything,” he shouts back, trying to get the last word. “Maybe if you learned to except mom for who she was, it’d be easier to except me, stop shadowing over everyone’s life,” I want to say so badly, but I’m afraid of angering him. He turns into a whole nother being when he’s angry. “You’re hobby is going out drinking, my hobby is playing X-Box,” I
Suddenly, I caught up with time and realised I’d zoned out again. I had to bring it up with Mr Fielding at our next appointment. After brushing my teeth I clambered into bed. “OneBox: off.” The bright screen died. The room captured the blackness, and I fell asleep.
I gently turned over in my bed to view my tiny green alarm clock, the vivid green numbers illuminating the otherwise dark room surrounding it. The clock read 2:30 in the morning, quickly reminding me that I was the only one awake in my noiseless house. I pondered turning back over, forcing my eyes shut and trying to disregard the feeling, although I had never felt a pain of this caliber before. Leukemia symptoms often vary depending on the type and severity. The most common signs and symptoms of leukemia include persistent fatigue, weakness, fever or chills, and night sweats.
Anyway, what those lazy cats really see in their dreams? Whatever they see, it has to be wonderful, maybe a rat, maybe that’s why they have that grin while sleeping, definitely not a dog, otherwise they won’t have any stupid smirk. Mrs. R’s cat is a plain pale one with little grey patches on head and tail. He is more than seven years old. When she first brought him home, she wasn’t sure whether it was a he or she.
My sister came into the room looking for my mom, but there was something odd about her gaze, she was preoccupied. “Li, what’s going on?” I asked. “Alan had an accident; he’s at the hospital right now. I’m going over there with a friend; you can come if you want,” she answered. Thinking it was nothing serious, I refused to go, for I was too comfortable in my parent’s bed watching TV.
Whatever the answer I just wish that it would all just stop!!!' I feel like such a baby laying here afraid of a dream. "Yeah!" I thought " a dream and nothing more!" Hours later I reluctently drift off into subconciousness, just to be woken up an hour later by the piercing sound of my alarmclock.