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Vanquished

The drowsiness attacks from all directions. My eyes fight the battle to remain open, even if they are aware it is futile. I make furtive glances at my textbook, willing what I am reading to stick. I have a test tomorrow, and sleep isn't a part of the syllabus. I struggle to keep awake, almost shouting every word I read in a frantic attempt to make sure that I'm understanding what I'm reading. Even the midnight candle scoffs, my lantern abandons me, as I curse the electricity and turn on my back up torch, telling myself that the reward for studying totally outweighs the costs. If I was to really consider that statement, I should have read more before now. I shouldn't be juggling three topics in one night. Letters turn to numbers and the humerus begins to look like the femur. My fight is becoming more.desperate as I drink even more coffee to get my body to stay awake. But my body has become immune to that. I've kept this vigil for the past one week, believing I would be able to see it through till the very end. But I was wrong. You can cheat many things, but you can't cheat nature, I remember my mom say as my eyes close in the climax of a great battle. Nature is the victor, and I, the vanquished. Good night! *A five minute freewrite using whatever came to mind.*

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