Eve's alarm blared, jolting her awake. She groaned, her body heavy with exhaustion from the late-night report making. Only two hours of sleep left her feeling like a zombie. She dragged herself out of bed, threw on some clothes, and grabbed her bag. When she looked at her reflection she cringed.
In class, Eve stifled a yawn, trying to focus on the lecture. Beside her, Emily leaned in, whispering, "Eve, when did you finally get to sleep last night? And did you finish the reports?"
Eve rubbed her eyes and sighed. "Around four in the morning," she replied, her voice low and exhausted. "And yes, I finished the reports, but barely. I don't even know if they're any good."
Emily frowned, concern evident in her eyes. "You need to take better care of yourself. This isn't sustainable."