You shut your eyes. You shut them laborious. You try to take into consideration nothing. You play useless.
But nothing. You’re nonetheless awake. As awake as an owl. You stare on the ceiling in frustration, as you understand what’s coming the next day.
Sooner or later in all our lives, we’ve all confronted the wrath of sleep deprivation.
Two phrases: Not. Fairly. Evidently, until you discover zombie-like conduct in some way interesting, sleep is significant to your well-being.
So why are our eyes huge open whereas the moon is at its apex?
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