Watching the wall clock slowly begin to tick away, felt like the best possible thing he could do after the madness from the previous day. In fact, it seemed like the only way to calm his desperately bothered mind. He had counted every second and refused to blink as often as possible until he watched the clock chime aloud and indicate the break of a new day.
Yet, sleep continued to elude him.
The field of his mind was no different from that of a battlefield. Memories, thoughts and decisions juxtaposed against one another without any particular pattern in sight. Endless sighs, constant hisses and the urge to up and head out fueled his thoughts, but he seemed incapable to do anything about it, or even want to do anything about them.
