Orange Cobalt

Thirteen hour days at school aren't something to shake a stick at, whatever that means.
My brain is fried and yet I still feel a tugging.
I'm not ready to get up yet and do anything, metaphorically speaking. I'm still lying in the grass with my chinked armor by my side.
I daydream and that seems safest. No talking seems even safer. Just silence and hooded glances.
There is more to life than this....

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