The first night I didn’t sleep

Back then I had to study a lot, so I slept less. Gradually I slept from 8 hours to 7 hours, then just 4 hours a day. One night, I decided not to sleep so that I could finish all my assignments. I asked mom to make an ice coffee for me, and it kept me awake till dawn. The feeling of watching a new day coming while everybody else was deeply sleeping was very lonely. Without the sleeping ‘break’, I felt like living a longer day. I was sober and remembered everything like it just happened within the very recent hours. The new day was just like an endless continuation. Then I wished I could fall asleep. So that the new day can come fresh. Things stay and go after a slumber, and being able to forget is a happiness. Then I realized not being able to sleep could be agonizing. It would be an endless marathon without goal.