A written essay for my english class is due tomorrow. Two and a half pages single spaced, typed. But homework is not an option. My bed seems to be sending out nap rays. I can't help myself. The fluffy pillows and warm comforter are more powerful than I am. I have no choice but to snuggle under the covers. Disappear until someone notices my absence. Sleep all of the pain away. Life itself seems to be the most tragic thing that ever happened.