every second {counts} boy // lei; blitz

I haven't slept in three days, and I'm beginning to feel the effects. I've always been a bit of an insomniac, (what more can you expect from a boy who spends his nights battling an inner demon that poisons his dreams, and nearly every waking moment as well?) but seventy-two straight hours of zero shut-eye can really take its toll. The bowl of cereal sitting on the table before me fades in and out like defective telescope as I swirl the spoon in the colorless mush, the little circular balls of oats having long become soggy and tasteless. It's oddly quiet, not just in the dim morning light of the empty kitchen but in my tortured mind as well, and the temporary peacefulness is slowly starting lull my tired body into the blessed silence of sleep, at last...

When the door flies open with a bang! loud and forceful enough to shake the whole house, I am ripped from my slow descent into unconsciousness and slammed back into reality, the shock of the sudden intrusion causing me to jump and knock the bowl of cereal clear off the table and onto the cold tile floor below. It shatters, milk and pulpy cereal going everywhere, and I leap to my feet with a startled cry, surprised and infuriated with the rude awakening. "Goddammit, Oz! It's eight in the fucking morning! Can't you go be a nuisance elsewhere?" I'm too exhausted to stay angry for long, though, and I slump back down into my chair and pinch the bridge of my nose between two fingers, sighing tiredly - my head hurts, my limbs ache, and all I want is some peace and quiet. Just for once. "No one wants to go on one of your stupid adventures..."