It was 2:30 a.m. in the morning and it was just like any other night or morning would be. My hazel eyes were halfways from closing and the coldness of the tile florr was getting to me.I decided to end my late night conversation with my friend and get some sleep. The closing of the conversation ended the same with an "I Love You" and a "shut up." i hung up the phone, turned off the bright lamp and tiptoed to my room. I feared from my parents finding me on the phone, so as quickly as I could i tiptoed on the freezing tile towards the warm carpet in my room. I slightly closed the den door to my room hoping that it wouldn't make a sound. Luckily with the radio and the tv on the slam of the door sounded like a whisper. i walked over to my dresser, pulled out some clothes, and changed. After al of this i opened my locked door and turned off the lights. From here i hopped into my warm bed and cuddled up like a baby. I woke up at 6:30 and was wide awake.I stuggled slowly out of bed and quickly put on my school uniform.In the morning I don things extremly slow so by then it was about 7 o'clock.As fast as I could I performed my morning tasks and left to school. It was 8:00 when the school bell rang and thats when I began to unpack.Now, I felt the impact of such little sleep. The whole day I slackedd off and didnt talk to any friends. When Lunch came around I wrote gruesome stories and had a feeling of emotion for anger. By the time History came , which followed lunch , I was exhausted. Helf of the time in History I spent sleeping by the cool breeze of the fan. Time passed on and the school bell rang. My school day was not over yet because i still had to attend afterschool daycare. I called my dad and was told that I wouldnt be able to leave the school untill 5:30. From that moment on I started ti write and here I am right now . I dragged my pencil , reread my story and suddenly drifted off to a deep sleep.