what day is it, and in what month?

somehow things work out and he doesn't know how. he just needs his sleep to figure something out. it's all a cloudy mess in his head at this point. he doesn't know anything beyond where his own two feet are and that the heavy feeling is his eyelids trying to close.

he goes through everything in his mind. that image is just a little distorted. he thinks himself stronger, more manly. he thinks himself taller and not so skinny and with a flatter chest. he thinks life could be just like what we dream. 

the room starts to spin, he blinks, trying to keep breathing. but breathing isn't the problem, it's staying awake. 

<3 <3