The battle

I looked at the little statue of the three wise men hanging by a rope and swinging in the gentle breeze created by the ceiling fan.


Tomorrow was the begining of a test of what I'd learnt in 8 months. I wish I were like one of the wise men, surely they knew a lot to be referred to as the wise men. If only I knew everything in this books. I looked at the books scattered everywhere.


I was begining to feel sleepy so I walked over to the fridge to get my antedote for sleep. Ice cold water, it worked everytime; but not this time, my eyes kept closing as I tried to keep from continuously nodding.


I finally gave in, hopefully I'd dream of beautiful things and who knows probably some inspiration for how to win in the battle starting tomorrow.