HeadacheYou had spent nearly 3 hours trying to sleep. The last hour and a half- with a pounding headache. It was like there was a rubber band wrapped around your skull, squeezing it, but all of the pain migrated to your forehead. You tossed and turned, making whine-like grunts and groans. Could you, should you, draw? Or just completely give up, going back online? You had no idea.Eventually you got up, turning off the supposed sleep and relaxation music. Tch, yeah right, Every pluck-noise it created was like a hard "STRUNNNNG" against your head. At least it wasn't as bad as the utter throbs your head made when you were stressed, like it was some sort of joke to make you stress more- You zip out of your thoughts. The reality had morphed into thought before you realized.It felt like it had been less than three minutes before you stopped being "out of bed" and flopped back into your warm-ish covers. What could you- should you do to sleep? It was almost 3 A.M.! You honestly felt like an idiot. Ho
UpdateHe sat in front of his laptop, curled in bed. His eyes were glazed over from either the late night or him over wearing his contacts. The teen sighed, not wondering where tomorrow would take him. The large white rectangular shapes floated past the almost cobalt background. A window opened. He clicked onto it, and it blared a white screen and small black text:"Two important software updates available"The boy sighed again and clicked on supposed update button, unsurprised when the screen shut off, bringing a pitch and dead black. Another virus of some sort. The boy rolled his eyes, despite no one being able to see it, sliding his hands down his face in a tired fashion. 'Again?' he thought. He set his laptop aside, deciding to fix it later. The young, almost adult laid in bed, captured by the boring, rod-activating, and insomnia ridden night.
5 A.M.You finally turned out the light,exhausted from the night before. It's 5 A.M. and the before dawn light casts a very thick nothing into the room. Gliding your hand over your phone to check that it's plugged in, you glance out the small window. Despite currently being nearly blind from your lack of glasses, you can tell tree from sky. The darkened blobs others call leaves cover up the sky, blotching out the baby orange hues. You look away and sigh. You try to sleep.