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He finally fell asleep minutes past three o'clock.

Day was hectic, always running somewhere, never stopping, never fully resting. It began terribly and everything just from there went downhill. Somewhere in the middle of night, male woke up, nightmares being returned, drowning in his own sweat and almost crying at the thought of nightmares returning. Knowing he won't fall asleep anytime soon, boy got out of bed, seeing it was just little bit past four and groaned, remembering he has an exam tomorrow and he'll probably fall asleep during it from the exhaustion. Wishing he took his brother's sleeping pills from home, male almost tripped over pile of his cloths and started to scramble over his wardrobe, looking for some clean clothes. After ten minutes of searching, he finally found some clean and nice-smelling clothes and ran in the bathroom, finally turning the lights in the whole period of being awake, since he was too lazy to do it before.

Shower was a long one, him trying to calm down and to not freak out over the things that happened in the past few days. When he turned down the water and came out of the bath, tall male saw the sky being lighter shade of blue mixed with some shade of purple, indicating the dawn happening. Blue-eyed dried himself and put clothes he found in the dark, seeing it was his favourite pair of jeans, the only blue pair he owns and a white button up he stole from his brother a month ago when he visited his family. He smiled, remembering how his mother scolded her sons, who were finally home, all three of them after months of each being at their universities or work (Ben's case) and to stop attacking each other with food, because they are too old to do such shits. His father just tried not to fall off the chair from laughing.

As every morning, he wanted some hot chocolate. Opening the fridge he saw there was not milk left and he had to leave apartment, now being almost five and cursed, being mad at himself for not buying milk evening earlier and for now needing to go outside to buy a milk. After ten minutes of putting on boots he finally left the flat and went to 24/7 shop two blocks away, where the elderly lady who works there just stared at him in confusion, because it isn't a usual thing to see a college student at five in the morning with a messy black hair and a special occasion clothes, buying a milk. Thanking a lady, male almost ran away home, locking a door the fastest he could and jumping in the kitchen, making himself some hot chocolate he was addicted to.

Again, he was unable to find a clean mug so he washed one, this time it was a black one, the one he got from Cashton when he moved in, on which said 'for every coffee morning' which was mocking to his chocolate addiction. Drinking fast, boy put music on his phone, shuffle deciding to play Bring Me The Horizon's Antivist. Singing quietly, male decided he wants to drink one more chocolate. Putting a milk on a cooker, blue-eyed put cocoa powder in a used mug and unbelievable amount of white sugar, not even trying to count it in some way, just pouring it until he felt it was enough. Waiting for a milk to get warm, blue-eyed made himself cereals and ate them fast. With the milk being cooked and in the mug, now mixed with a chocolate, male took hot ceramic dish and went in the living room.

In the living room he managed, after drinking half amount, to spill the rest of his hot chocolate over the white shirt. Being lazy ass he is, black-haired just threw shirt on the pile of unwashed clothes in his room, walking shirtless around the apartment. Seeing he has less than two and half hours until he has to be at college, male decided to wash the dishes, singing falsetto along the Muse's Bliss. When he finished, forty minutes later, male turned on the TV and since there wasn't anything special, settled on watching reruns of some old soap opera before going to lectures.

He fell asleep.

It was ten to seven when the loud main theme of SpongeBob woke him, him almost jumping off the couch and crying after he saw what time is it. Putting on boots back, plain black shirt he found on the floor next to the couch and leather jacket, boy left apartment in a hurry, barely locking the door, taking only a time to see if he took a phone. Running down the stairs, male tried not to have a mental breakdown because it was only a morning and already a whole day was a disaster.