Time is Irrelevant
My eyes traced the cracks within the ceiling above. Each little crevasse catching my attention under the pale moon light, seeping into my room through the opening's in the teal curtains that shaded my window.
I sighed heavily. Every breath I took felt like a stab wound. It hurt to breath, almost as if I were affected by COVID-19.
I looked to my left, observing all the jackets and hoodies that hung from hooks on my door as sleep refused to take me under into the black abyss. Each peice of fabric that hung in the air was diffrent in size and color. No two were the same.
Looking to my left, the immediate thing that caught my eye was the protruding device, sticking to my wall. A camera, the blue light staying dormat, informing me I wasn't currently being looked over.
Next were the posters pinned to my wall. All of legendary Pokemon I had become so accustomed to looking at. I closed my eyes, try despratly to yeild to sleep.
My attention turned to the teal sheets that covered my large figure. They were rough and yet so soft. I didn't want to leave the warmth they provided on this cold, winter night.
My head, supported by three pillows stacked on one another in an attempted to elevate my head, succeding at the task.
As my eyes stayed shut, I tried to calm the thoughts racing through my head at such a late hour.
A late hour... What time was it, in fact?
Surely not before ten, it'd felt like I had been lying down for and eternity!
There was no way it was passed tweleve though, the night was much too young for that.
Perhaps we shall settle on something between the two.