It’s nearly midnight. My eyes burn from staring at the same assignment for hours on end. My mind is fraying; scorched at the ends (a matter of time before it explodes).
The pages blur, focus, blur.
Time trickles by. I’m the only one awake. It’s quiet (suffocating).
The teapot sits before me. Steam overflows out of my mug.
The pencil stays untouched.