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A few days ago I had the scare of my life.
I attended the midnight showing of an all too popular superhero movie and managed to arrive home (without waking my parents) at around 4 in the morning, wake up 2 hours later to go to school and be conscious throughout my classes.

Let me quickly explain something about my sleep patterns.

There comes a time during every instance that I've tried to function on GMT when I feel my eyelids are being weighed down by lead lashes and my head begins to subconsciously bob to the beat of imaginary reggae music. It is the moment when I walk in and out of dreams on accident and mutter something nonsensical. Now, after that moment, one of two things happens. Either I surrender my consciousness for 9 hours OR I muscle through it and the turbulent waves of falling into sleep disappear. When the latter occurs, there is no hope for Mr. Sandman. None whatsoever. I spend the rest of the day with as fresh of a face as I can muster and fall asleep at a more regular hour the following night.
That did not happen a few days ago.

I decided to take a nap at about 5 o'clock PM. It was still light outside and I was still in my school uniform. I figured my nap would only last about 40 minutes. I woke up and everything was dark. The wind slapped against my blinds and ruffled the magazine clippings on my walls. It seemed the house was only inhabited by the refrigerator and me. I lit up my phone to see a lovely 03:25 blinking in the corner. I slept into the next day.

WHAT. THE. HELL?
How could my body betray me so?? I just slept through a day and now I was stuck on GMT again.
It's times like these when I wish I had foreign friends I could speak with to fill the vacant hours. Or a car and a place to go. But seeing as I had only myself I went on a 3 o'clock jog. I'd say it was fantastic but it wasn't. It was just cold.