Six months later
Mira's Mov
I stifle a yawn for the umpteenth time.
My eyes tearing up as I continue the struggle and the fight to stay awake in class.
This is calculus and I can't believe I'm finding it, so difficult to concentrate.
Another yawn breaks through again and I fail to effectively stiffle.
A deep red blush crawls up my cheek and neck as I get a few glares from the students sitting around me. I hunch my shoulders and slouch down in my seat.
This is so embarrassing.
I am so tired, the truth is I am tired all the time.
I shake my head as I pull the hood of my sweater lower to cover my face.
I could feel another yawn building up within me, this time my body shudders, as I yawn.
Thank God, this one was silent.
I don't know if I can keep this up much longer.
"Late Nigh
