Tired. Very tired. They would not admit that, though. They sit up in their bed. It was ungodly early. They were reading and writing more fanfiction. They declared sleep was for the weaker of the human beings, but they had to sleep soon. After a friends persuasion, they click off their phone, setting it to the side. The writer takes off their glasses. They close their blue eyes, which had dashes of green that sparkled when they were happy or excited. They slowly drifted off to rest.