The orange lights lit up my room like a firey sun. The clock reads 2:06 am and I am so tired, that I am wide awake. My neck hurts from lying on too many pillows and the same thoughts roll over in my head. Five hours is enough sleep, I can still function on that. I might even be able to sneak an extra hour in if I am lucky.

The same previews roll over in my mind in a continuous circle of the doubts and suspicious fears that presently occupy my every mortal thought. I want to be a better person. I want to know that if something horrible were to happen to me tomorrow that I would have lived a good life and that it would have been enough for me.

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