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That Night, Before Going to Bed


     The air is filled with an eerie silence at 11:45 PM as my roommate dims the lights so that he can sleep. This is one unusual occurrence, for he is not known to sleep before 2 am every day.  Thankfully it is still the first week of college, and studies are yet to take their toll on us, which is why the early bedtime. This, however, is no inspiring action for me. I’m still glued to my laptop, watching ‘The Curious Case of Benjamin Button’, a movie I always wanted to watch, but didn’t really make it happen, mainly because of its long runtime. However, I find the movie so intriguing that the perfect-for-sleep weather can do nothing to lull me to sleep.

     The movie gets over and I switch my laptop off. Turning around, I find myself staring out the gallery into the dark of the night. Not a bark or a howl can be heard, and while my roommates are still asleep, I step out into the gallery, without slippers, looking out aimlessly. My feet are instantly numbed by the chill from the smooth tiles of the gallery, thanks to not wearing any slippers. I place my hands innocently on the even colder railing, and immediately withdraw them. Damn! It’s cold tonight! It is then that I finally make up my mind to sleep.

     I take a few splashes of icy cold water on my feet just to help me sleep. That’s a habit I’ve inherited from my father! I finally place my glasses on my desk, slip under my super soft black blanket, and find my eyes affixed on the window just opposite mine. Not wearing my glasses has made my vision a little blurred, but I can still notice the inhabitants of that room restlessly being up to something. I wish they turn the lights off!

That's NOT Me! Haha!
     I run my hand on the wall beside me, it is still cold from the weather, I quickly sneak in all my limbs into my blanket.  My mind’s still mirthful owing to the events that transpired that day – a lazy Sunday I made no use of! But as always I’m excited about the following week, at the end of which I’ll be journeying home, something I’ve started to value only recently.

     Holding that thought, I peacefully close my eyes, hoping to see that familiar face smile at me in my dream. The chilly January breeze slowly creeps into my blanket, but I don’t mind. I hold on even tighter to my blanket, and wander into the land of unlimited possibilities, limitless joys, and enviable beauty – Sleep!
Good Night! 

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