I slithered down the stairs to start reading the tale.
I propped myself up on my elbows on the end of my bed away from my pillow so I wouldn't be tempted to fall asleep. Well, as tempted... I still had a huge desire. I read for a few pages until my elbows ached and I kept dropping my head.
I turned around and propped myself up against my headboard with pillows.
This worked for a while, but I eventually slid down the the point where I was laying on my back bending my neck in half in order to see the paper in front of me. My eyes sagged, my head pounded. Sleep haunted me.
I turned over onto my stomach. I'M AWAKE! I told myself.
I'm..... still...... awake.......
The night went on. I'd fall asleep for about 30 minute periods before waking up again to read some more. After about two pages my eyelids would sneak shut and I'd drift off once again. I woke up for the bajillionth time at 5:00 a.m. I'm tired of this, I thought. Literally. I decided to just sleep the rest of the 45 minutes until I had to get up.
The whole night I never slept for an hour straight, and I never finished The Knight's Tale.