One Hell of a Night

This is something that I had to write for one of my writing classes. It got some pretty good feedback so I thought I might post it here. The topic given was simply "Hell". This was my take on it.
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I let out a yawn and I can feel my eyes are getting heavy. It doesn’t matter though. Tonight is going to be just like every other night during the week. Reluctantly, I change and climb up into bed. Laying down I can feel the pain shooting up my back into the bottom of my neck. Lying still is nearly impossible because the pain is that bad. It could have been from carrying a drum for many years, or it could be in my head. The lightest noise sounds like a freight train running through my head. I start to sweat. The sheets are all jumbled; getting comfortable now will not happen.
The thoughts of the day are running through my head. I wonder if number three on the exam was really B. I probably should have put C. C made a lot more sense. I need to get gas before work tomorrow… ugh… work. There is so much that need to get done at work tomorrow. I need to start writing my paper. I have a presentation next week. I hope I locked my truck. I usually do, but what if I didn’t this time?
Finally by some miracle I drift away to sleep, if only for a little while. The door is slammed and a tornado whirls through my room. My roommate is back and has to write papers all night as usual. The clock laughs at me saying that I have only been asleep for 45 minutes. Sleep envelopes me, again it is only for a few hours. This is how the night lasts.
At an un-godly hour, the trash removal truck comes and rips me from sleep as the dumpster slams around. My alarm is set to go off in just a half hour. I would lie in bed longer but there is no point. I won’t fall asleep, and it isn’t comfortable. Fumbling for my glasses I find them and climb, usually fall, to the floor and start another day.
A living hell is one that you never get to sleep. Every single night it’s always the same issues. A pain will shoot up my back. Worries fly through my head that I can’t do a single thing about. A roommate makes the slightest noise and my eyes shoot open. Trying to get to sleep for me is hell. Every night it is hell.