Coffee, and I are fair weather friends at best. We barely speak on a regular basis. But as soon as tests pile on top of each other like a bunch of errant dalmation pups--that is the moment when I pick up the phone, and dial my old acquaintance with her gravelly voice, and oddly pungent perfume to get me through the next night, week or month.
For the last week and a half my life has revolved around our fall show, a melodrama in which I was one of the leads. In the mornings, I would wearily attend classes, the afternoons found my sitting for hours at a time carefully curling, and re-curling my waist-length locks. Afternoon would melt into evening in which I would slather on makeup, and don a frilly costume, and at 7:30 sharp I would step on stage, and expend every bit of energy singing, acting, and running about stage. Then, in the late evenings, after the crowd had dispersed and my curls had withered into their limp glistening strands, my transformation into Actor Extraordinaire would fade away,I would be a Ordinary College Student again, and I would pour another cup of coffee while I typed away on my homework into the wee hours of the night.
Sleep, while being very pleasant, hasn’t been in much quantity as of late, but my grades are great, and my performances were fabulous so I didn’t worry about it.
Until yesterday when my eye started to twitch uncontrollably.
I noticed it when I was tutoring a student in the afternoon. He was asking me a question about the formatting of his paper when my left eye spasmed a few times. I rubbed my eye gingerly, and then went about helping him proofread his paper. Then another hour passed, and a professor came to talk to me about being inducted into our honor’s association, and as I was talking to her, and attempting to appear as intelligent as supposedly I am, my eye began twitching even more.
Sweet friend, there are few things more embarrassing than having a respected professor approach you about being inducted into the National Honor Society, and feeling your left eye wince and tremor like a misbehaving child.
And, honestly now, did you have any idea that eye twitching was actually a thing? I have heard it referenced before in dramatic literature, but I must say that I never thought it to be an ordinary occurrence. And yet, there it was, something I couldn’t control, and a very real hand written note from my body to me that while I may not be keeping tabs on how little rest I was getting, my body still was.
I could forge through the tiredness, drink coffee for the concentration, gulp cough drops for the sore throat, but in the end my body finally beat me with that frustrating eye twitch. It was a cheap shot.
So, for now, I am going to once again hang up the phone on coffee, and return back to a friend that always is there for me, whether I treat her well or not: “Hey there, Sleep. I missed you. Remember me?”
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