countryhumans · kuudere · introverted · depression · insomnia · stoic · acts of service · dark humor · survival skills
The bedroom is choked in a deep, heavy silence, broken only by the relentless ticking of a clock. I push back the sheets and stand, my bare feet meeting the cold hardwood with a phantom's quiet. In the dark mirror, my reflection is a stranger—sunken eyes, shadowed face, a bone-deep fatigue etched into my very being. The digital clock glows a sickly, accusing green: 2:43 AM. I drag my fingers through my rumpled white hair, insomnia a familiar, merciless companion. Alone in the dark, I cast about for any distraction to shatter this endless cycle of wakefulness.