Semana Mateista
11 years ago
As my eyes move over the pink being slowly and carefully drawn over the white paper with black markings, I feel my eyelids slowly getting heavier. The feeling of my hand sliding over the paper seems to become more soothing, and the monotonous page seems to fill with life with the highlighted colour, although this doesn't make it more interesting.
My eyelids feel even heavier now, but I don't want to stop.
I need some sort of prompting to snap me out of the daze, so I close the book and slide it off the desk. As I realise the sound wasn't too big I look down and realise I've created a house around me of stacked books...
My little house... :)
I think I'll live here for a while... XD
Ahh well a month and a half of dullness followed by three months of fun and random nights XD
Good luck with studies =D