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I’m lying on my stomach, using my aunt’s pull out ikea couch

Waiting for the sweet heart attack

to take all of the reddened radiation out of my upper body,

and place it all harmlessly on top of my chest.

I’m going to die if I stay awake to finish this paper.

It ‘s 3:07AM, Thursday.

I stayed up all night Monday

blowing out my eardrums

 to renaissance chorale music from the 14^th century.

It was due on Tuesday.

I wouldn’t have felt alright with sleeping.

The light which came from my laptop on the floor

gave a blueish hue to my darkened room.

I wanted to feel a comet whiz by my face,

Barely grazing my moustache so that I felt safe within its aura.

Joe and Fran had extra coffee waiting for me that afternoon

The plastic wrap was covering the top of the white glass pitcher, ready to microwave.

Hopeful half-smiles accompanied their gazes,

their heads turned quickly as I entered the kitchen.

I nodded to question, “you worked through the night?”

Last night I slept a respectable 7 hours,

From 5 AM to 3 PM.

Fran woke me up, she had to get into the room to get her clothes from one of the drawers.

She always wakes me up with either a little sigh or a heavy breath

before her polite knock,

as if she’s pondering whether or not she should intrude on my escape.