Blue. It's beautiful, surrounding every object I see as my eyes begin to feel fuzzy. Maybe because falling asleep in class is not the best idea, especially when you wake up to be surrounded with the blue screen of the conclusion of your professor's lecture. Just one more week and finals will be here, preying upon the weak who have no energy left for their brain cells to properly function. Three years and I still suffer every week as the predator of sleep and feeling useless constantly picks at me. But it will never pick at me as much as he has.
He fills my mind both day and night, as if a virus slowly spreading across every aspect of my body. A virus that I have lived with for years. Every time I close my eyes, he flash through my mind, as if Julius Caesar himself as he marched into Rome
