Once again, I woke up from a long deep nap at a sudden, lifted my heavy eye lids and slowly adjusted to the dim light in the room, having no clue to tell whether it was at dawn or at dusk. My three roommates were laughing, saying that they were ready to go to school. Until then I could vaguely recalled me lying on the bed, listening to their increasingly fading chats and laughters, and all the sound were muted in the end. Silence fell.
I felt so defeated. The digits on the screen of my hand phone said 7pm. The fact was that for the third time, I indulged myself to live in the Canadian time, happily slept through my afternoon and my evening, then became super energetic and awake in the mid night, had no desire for sleep until the wee hours came.
God. Save me. Give me the power and strength to endure the long lasting sleepiness in the day, to keep myself awake before midnight. Or should I be thankful for this rare moment of living in the time zone of the other side of the globe? Should I treasure the feeling of being here and at the same time missing there, ending up being nowhere? I just realized that I was losing my sense again. I shall thus end my note here with Kouros’ saying, “Why do we sleep so early? There are always lectures!”
