VIRB

This was a essay I wrote for my Creative Non-Fiction Class. I"m very proud of it.

I'm tired. The
sun is beating down on me through the window blinds in my bedroom. I hear my
alarm go off and I groan and roll over, pulling the sheets over my head. I
don't want to get out of bed; my body doesn't feel refreshed and that was point
of sleeping. I feel like I fell asleep in my dryer during the spin cycle, sort
of wobbly with a pinch of dizziness.

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