Perhaps it was time to head to bed...His brain kept repeating the same thing over and over again; he could feel his eyes drying slightly from being strained, and his head was beginning to hurt from the caffeine he pumped into his system to keep awake.
It was already four in the morning, a time when normal people were asleep. Normal people were asleep at least by two, not keeping themselves awake because they were afraid that maybe they wouldn't wake up in the morning.
Desmond sighed, scrubbing at his eyes while he tried to get his vision to focus again. It was a ridiculous thought, but it was what kept him awake at ungodly hours in the morning, scraping by on the barest amounts of sleep he was able to survive on.
He hated sleeping, the feel of letting go of his conciseness and allowing himself to be vulnerable for a state of eight hours. He felt like he was dead and wasn't going to wake up...
The young man blinked again, looking down at his hands while he waited for time to pass by until it was time to begin another day. Fatigue clawed at him, and he could almost imagine a skeletal banshee picking away at his muscles till he could no longer remain awake. Desmond felt a small smile quirk one side of his mouth as he swayed on his spot.
It had been what? Three days since he last slept? Fatigue wasn't going to get him, he knew its plan. Wait until he was asleep to attack and kill him, destroy his body from the inside out.
It was a constant battle in which he had to remain vigilant.
fff sorry if this one doesn't make much sense. Battling somniphobia and insomnia anyone?