"Finally," I groan, throwing my pencil across the room. It was midnight and I had just finished the essay for English. 

I slip the paper into my bag for tomorrow and crawl into my bed. I shut my bedside lamp off and stare out my window. I was physically drained, but my mind was begging me to think about Sarah. It was a habit; thinking about her was. I do it so much. Or did.

I was starting to not think about her as much.

I was starting to think about someone else.

I turned away from the window and squeezed my eyes shut tight. 

Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep... I chanted in my head  until finally, I slip into unconsciousness.