Study Blues

Study. Study. Study.

The chant runs through my head like some sort of primeval evocation. Study – I command myself and again try to focus on the piece of paper in front of me. The words are starting to run together. It’s 12 AM, midnight, hour of the witches; my eyes are burning and I’m very sleepy. I close my eyes for a few moments, and take a deep breath. Focus, focus, and study – some voice cries relentlessly in my mind. You’ve got a major exam tomorrow.I open my eyes determinedly and will them to focus. They do – on the blinking digital clock on my desk.

It’s 6 AM and I’ve slept through the night.

Damn I was aiming for 100 words. Not the best short piece I’ve written.I’ve got SLC coming up in less than a month, so you get the drift.

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