Beating up her heart with blows of pure logic
Reality was there was no chance this was really love
Almost certainly it was just hormones and nothing more
It was a waste of time, and her resources were better used studying
Not that she could think of anything but the taste of his lips…
The pounding of her head offered a counterpoint to the song she had stuck on repeat inside of her head. Normally Bad Medicine by Bon Jovi didn’t have a tympani playing eighth notes in the background, but today her brain decided to experiment with it. It might have something to do with thirty two hours of consciousness and twenty-seven energy drinks that she had consumed during that time. She just needed to make it another three hours until her test. Her blinking elongated into something more and Bad Medicine was replaced by “Good night sweetheart, well it’s time to go”.
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