Throughout the first year of my life, it seemed like we were destined to be together. I embraced you, loved every moment I spent with you, and could only be stolen from your arms if my stomach rumbled or I desperately needed to be changed.
Sleep, I miss what we had.
As I grew older, we drifted apart. I spent half of most days with you in elementary school, but as my teenage years approached, late night re-runs of Nickelodeon cartoons held superiority. As I entered high school, my expectations for our relationship were not very high. And now that I’m a junior, our ties have been almost completely severed.
Of course, it’s nothing against you. It’s not your fault. It’s mine.
Well, the overwhelming test prep, ongoing social life, stressful college visits, exhausting after-school activities, and of course, the junior year workload have also played a decently important role in our most recent falling-through.
I know it’s been awkward between us. Nowadays, I won’t even start thinking about you until the clock reads 11:30, and even then I won’t be counting sheep for at least another hour.
Now don’t get me wrong, Sleep. I long for you. I spend hours, sometimes even full class periods just imagining what it would be like to be able to rest my head, allow my body to go limp, and let you overtake me, quickly and peacefully.
Realistically though, I can no longer give you the attention you deserve. It’s been real, but with homework piled up to my chest, and what seems like no time in the day to do it all, I’ve got no choice but to sacrifice most of what we have left together.
So, Sleep, while I regret having to do this, I bid you adieu.
See you in college,
Luke Foreman
