Last night after I'd finally buckled down to study Latin, I heard a
bird call it's little birdie tune--one that I'd heard a few times last
year during the wee hours of an Edinburgh morning--and I had a
horrifying moment where I was certain I'd stayed up all night and I'd
look up from my textbook and see the sky was lightening and then my
alarm would go off suddenly and I'd have to run off to my midterm
without having slept.
So, having recognized that same kind of deathly panic that rises up when you lean
juuust a little too far back in your chair and are suddenly convinced
you are about to die, I turned off my desk lamp and crawled into bed.
And then I huddled around my body pillow and felt clever for not staying
up all night.
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