Two hours. Two hours, three minutes and fourty two seconds...fourty three... fourty four... He could do nothing but shake and pant, his pale hair sticking to his body as he allowed himself to thread nimble fingers through his matted bed head of hair. A few pulls here and there and he was almosy able to return to hysterics. He turned as he heard the soft snap of the kettle turning off, the sickly sweet smell of vanila and almonds haunying him as he moved to pour the hot water into the little black sqhere he called a teapot. Searching through his selection of teas he finally found the box with the gentle word sleep scrawled over the front, slipping the loose leaves into the strain of the teapot, he finished pouring the hot water, humming shakiky to himself through biten lips. "In the dead of night, I am the only one here..."
