25-Jan-2001
Another horrible fic by yours truly. Apparently muses are very evil, especially during exams. Especially new muses.
New Muse 1: *cackles*
New Muse 2: *smiles wryly* "You're just using us as an excuse to escape from your depressions. You know you've just failed your Math exam."
Hime: *glares* "Shut up."
Thank you for everybody who have responded to the last installment, 'Moving Out'. This is the sequel of it. Hmm... I think I need to start thinking of a name for this series....
As usual, C&Cs are very welcomed.
It's 5:45 and I'm still awake. This is not good. I have to go to sleep.
Yeah, right. That's what you've been saying to yourself since 5 hours and 40 minutes ago.
I finally give up and sit up on my bed. Apparently it's useless to lie down. Despite my physical exhaustion, my brain won't just shut down. I've tried everything: a hundred push ups before sleep, a mug of hot milk, closing my eyes and count, blanking my mind. Everything just _successfully_ failed.
How nifty.
I decide to take a shower. Usually that will relax me enough to let me fall asleep. So I take my towel from my bag and enter the bathroom.
I turn on the tap. Soon, the bathroom is already filled with steams. I strip myself out of the T-shirt I usually use to sleep in and step into the shower.
Hot shower is nice. The water runs along your body, makes your muscles relax and also your mind. That's what I like about shower. It's a funny thing that I don't usually take shower everyday. I only take it... well, maybe just when I feel like I have to, but once I take it, not even a Gundam can drag me out before I feel like finishing.
I sigh as I let the water hit my head and soak my hair. Oh, it feels nice, very nice. It really is a joy. I lean against the wall and let myself slide down. Sitting on the wet floor, I relax as the water rains at me.
Breathing between the steam is not an easy job, not if the water is full of chlorine. It makes your lungs heavy and you feel like you're breathing carbon dioxide. But who am I to care? It doesn't make any difference. You can't really ask them to provide you pure water. Go to somewhere isolated from human touch _then_ you'll have your pure aqua, which I doubt there still is a place like that in Earth.
I close my eyes as I let the water wash my immobile body. The hot water is fresh against my warmed skin and I finally start to feel the tug of sleep on the edge of my eyes.
I wonder why I can't sleep easily. It can be the nightmares. Damn, sometimes I wish I don't really need my sleep so badly that I don't have to watch them die again. But then again, I watch more die with every mission that I carry on. Isn't that just the same?
It can also because I'm already used to not having sufficient sleep. I barely have 4 hours of sleep in 24 hours. I know it's not good for the mission, but I can't help it. It's as if my mind was preventing me to rest. Or is it? I know I once managed to sleep for 6 hours. That is, if you could call that a sleep. It's more like pretending to be asleep to me.
I want to go to sleep. Maybe for a few hours. A few days would be better. Or maybe forever would be nice. I don't want to wake up for another and another endless missions that are silently making me crazy.
I didn't realize that I have been fallen asleep until somebody knocks on the bathroom door. "Heero!" It's Duo. "Heero, get out of the shower. You've been there for ages. I want to get my shower too!"
Groggily I stand up and quit the shower. My skin feels very uncomfortable. It becomes over sensitive. I grab my T-shirt and briefs, yawning as I grab a toothbrush and toothpaste. Brushing my teeth, I ignore his poundings on the door.
Finally, after finish with my teeth and hair (a useless try, I must say), I open the door. "What were you doing in there?" Duo scolds at me. "Sleeping?"
"Aa."
Ignoring the look of surprise in his face, I walk toward my bed and flop myself into it. I barely glance at my watch before oblivion finally catches me.
It's 7:56 and I'm finally going to get some sleep.
...Maybe.
Hime D.
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