Solitary Solitaire

It’s 2:30 AM.

I have school tomorrow.

I have sports tomorrow.

And here I am, wishing I could sleep.

My eyes are heavy.

And I rest my head.

And the cool, crisp air of an overhead cieling fan surrounds me.

And I embrace the warmth of the blankets, listening to the Urban Orchestra of North Arlington.

And I close my eyes.

And they shoot awake.

And I lay there for hours.

Before saying “F**k It”.

And playing Solitaire by myself.

At 2:30 AM.

With School Tomorrow.

And with Sports Tomorrow.

And yet there I am, playing Solitaire.

Wishing I could sleep.

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You should try meditation, might help. :)