Nights

Sometimes I have long days for no particular reason. I lay awake in bed, just thinking and taking some time to myself, considering the past day. That ritual clears my head. Most of the days it feels like a waste of time: I didn’t do anything special. I’m just tired, time to admit it and start trying to sleep.

The thing is, even regular days are tiring now. Walking to the dining hall, back to my room, to the bus station, from the bus station to the law school, from classroom to classroom, taking part in discussions in a second language. Then coming back home to sleep and do it all again. So I take a few minutes and allow myself to say I’m tired. As I close my eyes, I try to be excited about the next day.