Post by Evzen Debray on Mar 19, 2017 22:54:11 GMT
who are you, say, who?
He was supposed to be doing math. It was a study period and Zen was supposed to be doing math. His algebra textbook was open on the desk in front of him. A sheet of loose leaf paper and a pencil were at the ready, pencil poised in one long-fingered hand. But the mind controlling that hand seemed to be out to lunch. The pencil twirled aimlessly, weaving through Zen's fingers with a dexterity that shouldn't be possible for someone not actually paying attention. His gaze was fixed somewhere in the direction of the wall of windows to the left but he wasn't seeing anything outside. His eyes were completely glazed, blinking so very slowly, intermittently.
He was exhausted. Another night of sleep that left him more drained than he'd felt before bed had frazzled his mind to the point of fraying. It never occurred to him that dozing off during the day was more restful because there weren't dreaming minds pulling at him, sucking him in and leaving his body to sleep while his mind was still very much active and awake. I never occurred to him, and yet the only time he managed to get any quality sleep it was in daytime cat naps and stolen moments of sleep.
A sound jarred him back to the fully waking world from that half doze. It was his pencil falling to the floor with a light clatter. Oops.
Evzen looked around furtively, hoping no one noticed, and slid out of his chair to retrieve it. The study hall proctor, at least, was myopically focused on his book instead of glowering around at the diligently, and not so diligently, working students.
He was exhausted. Another night of sleep that left him more drained than he'd felt before bed had frazzled his mind to the point of fraying. It never occurred to him that dozing off during the day was more restful because there weren't dreaming minds pulling at him, sucking him in and leaving his body to sleep while his mind was still very much active and awake. I never occurred to him, and yet the only time he managed to get any quality sleep it was in daytime cat naps and stolen moments of sleep.
A sound jarred him back to the fully waking world from that half doze. It was his pencil falling to the floor with a light clatter. Oops.
Evzen looked around furtively, hoping no one noticed, and slid out of his chair to retrieve it. The study hall proctor, at least, was myopically focused on his book instead of glowering around at the diligently, and not so diligently, working students.
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