The Life Of A Prince Isn't All That Fun

Part 1

I woke up feeling anxious, and as I turned my head towards the window I realized it was still the middle of the night. I tried to ignore the unsettling feeling that was growing inside my chest, I knew I needed some sleep. I felt like it had been ages since the last time I got some decent rest at night, I felt tired all the time and even the smallest things got on my nervers. That made me upset during the day, which meant that I was going to struggle even more to get things done, which would cause me to sleep even worse. Neeldless to say that this lovely spiral of thoughts woke me up for good, there was no way I could fall asleep any time soon.
I got out of bed and turned on a candle near my desk, there was a book I really wanted to finish. I looked at all the papers and books that were covering every single bit of my table and most of my floor and tired to fix some of that mess, but got tired after a coulpe of minutes so I just threw everything else on the floor and pushed it with my foot under the big piano that took up most of the space in my small room. Looking at it, it had quite some dust. It surprised me: I used to play that thing everyday back then. I promised to myself that I was going to fix everything the following day, but I knew that wasen't going to happen. After all, nobody really cared about it, or at least it didn't bother me.
That was how I, prince Phobos of Meridian, started a new day that was supposed to be like any other day of my useless and messed up life.
I was flipping through the pages of my book without really paying attention, my mind kept flowing to other places, and I think that somehow I knew that something was about to happen.