Five hours sleep,
Leaving for a class,
Forgetting pens, glasses, and my water bottle.
And running to a bathroom upon arrival,
But at least I barely made it.
Trying not to be late for study group,
Fighting against short lived elevator openings
And ever-confusing and never-ending halls.
Landing in a wheeled office chair,
Squinting at a screen, even at the front of the room.
Leaving to a second lecture, the room is changing.
And when I landed there,
The seat available was as far away as could be.
Obh! Obh!
I was sinking, floating, and flailing
In turn, and on repeat.
I had to choose today,
To recover,
To make time
To take care of me.
SickyBeat 