Close Call

by - 12/10/2009

Last night, I made the decision to go to bed early (10:30) in order to assure my waking up on time for my way-too-early final this morning. I set my alarm for 6:30, tucked myself neatly in the covers, and closed my eyes. 20 minutes later, I was still awake. My body would not succumb to my sleeping endeavors. I was tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position - I even tried putting my pillow at the opposite end of the bed. This did not work at all. For nearly two hours I laid there listening to the enthralling voice of Jim Dale as he read me Harry Potter through my little earphones. He usually puts me right to sleep. Well, not this time. Finally, I had to turn him off. Some time later I finally fell into troublesome sleep.

This morning, I opened my gluey eyes to my bedroom door opening at 6:47 a.m.
"Ashley, are you awake?"
I sat bolt-upright. Resulting from the practice I got all those mornings of being asked that same question by my parents as I was still peacefully tucked in bed, I replied with my automated response. "Yes! Of course!" Once I finally got my brain together though, I informed her that I hadn't really been awake, and thanked her profusely for being kind enough to check on me. I quickly jumped into some comfy clothes, put in my contacts, grabbed some pop-tarts, and went on my way out the door.

Terror shoots through me as I think about what would have happened if Chey hadn't been sweet enough to wake me up this morning. My phone, which serves as my alarm clock, was tucked under the covers with me and I did not hear it go off. I feel immense gratitude toward her today. I also feel extraordinarily relieved that
I am done with finals!!!!!!!!
and I am exhausted. So, I'm going back to sleep.
So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodnight!

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