DreamNotFound Oneshots

Vacant

Angst
TW: Suicidal thoughts

Just Dream's thoughts.
Thoughts can be confusing, especially when you don't know what it is you actually want.

Dream's POV:

I woke up at a fairly decent time today. Well, decent for me. I don't really have a sleeping schedule anymore; sleeping when i think my body needs it. Not when I'm tired though.

I'm never tired.

But, I'm always tired.

3AM?

I was reading some article on the fine-structure constant or Sommerfeld's constant. I now know how intricate and complicated our universe is. Quarks and Gluons. Particles that bind together to form bound states. We know about protons and neutrons and electrons. Do you know about the number 137? Didn't think so.

I wish i was smart.

4AM?

My acoustic guitar lay on my floor aimlessly from where i had placed it earlier. It's glossy paint glinted in my lamps incandescence. I leaned down from my bed, too lazy to actually stand. I stretched my arm, reaching for the neck of my guitar.

I don't even want to play the guitar.

My fingers wandered across the stings, plucking a sour tune. The crease of armpit resting on the top of my instrument, so much so that my arm was beginning to pulsate and tingle from the languid flow of blood.

This feels nice.

5AM?

A thick blanket of heat was radiating off of my phone screen, latching on to the skin of my scorching thumb.

Battery now sufficiently charged. Great.

I watched as the charging lead slithered to the ground from my phone; a loose twist of forming on the floor.

Yay, now i can turn on my left side.

I swiped my thumb, scrolling through my YouTube recommendations.

Boring.

Boring.

Ugh, boring.

6AM?

A heavy sigh fell from my lips as my limbs slumped limp. My foam mattress begun sinking around my body like it was trying to avoid me.

Everyone avoids me.

Sunlight was beginning to peak in through my curtains. The warm orange glow of the sunrise shimmering onto my door, highlighting the copper knob.

Why do i never shut the curtains properly?

7AM?

When was the last time i slept?

I woke up at 5:26pm on Saturday and didn't sleep again on that day. I didn't sleep Sunday either. So that's more than 24 hours. So then 5pm to 7am is like... 14 hours? So i haven't slept for 38 hours?... Oh, i don't fucking know.

Why am i even trying to work this out?

Who says i need sleep? Scientists?

Why would scientists know what i need?

Why would anyone know what i need?

Everyone's brain is different right? So why are different things working together to try and do the same thing? It doesn't make sense.