“This was the time of the day when i most wished i were able to sleep. High school. Or was purgatory the right word? If there were any way to atone for my sins, this ought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grew used to; every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last. Perhaps this could even be considered my form of sleep—if sleep was defined as the inert state between active periods.”
Book:Midnight Sun
