in 100 words, #7: dormir

His head nodded against the wooden table as he struggled to stay awake. The crystal dug into his chest as his teacher chastised him for drifting off when they were supposed to be taking notes.

He mumbled an apology as he pulled his notebook over and fumbled his pen. It dropped onto the floor. He groaned, leaning over. The vertigo was back, and it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

How he’d love to be back in his room, still curled up in the sheets, wasting the day away romping in the frosted-over fields of his mind. He’d be back soon.

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