"No man needs a vacation so much as the man who has already had one." - Albert Hubbard
Life was finally normal. For the first time in his recent memory (which was admittedly a little foggy), he had had a normal week. No one telling him his life was pointless, no one making him cut class or hurt his friends, no one keeping his body awake all night.
He had caught up on sleep and homework and actually had time to relax. He had just started watching a popular new anime when a familiar feeling prickled the back of his neck.
His stomach replaced his toes and his heart filled the void his stomach left. His ears roared, and his body shook.
"Please no. Please, no no no no no…" He murmured. He got to his feet to check the thermostat, praying that it had randomly plunged about fifteen degrees.
When he got up to check the temperature, he noticed a large weight around his neck and the clock had jumped far forward.
Suddenly, all the excitement and energy drained out of him. He lay back down, suddenly too apathetic to bother to see what Bakura had been doing for the last forty minutes.
"What seems to be the problem?" Bakura's voice echoed through his head. "After a week to yourself, I would have though you would be a bit… perkier."
Ryou flung an arm over his eyes and turned off the T.V. "So did I."