Avin lay flat on the bed, eyes half-open, half-closed, caught between the edge of sleep and stubborn wakefulness.After what felt like an hour of just rolling over, closing his eyes, opening them again, repeating the same motion, it became painfully clear—sleep wasn't happening tonight.
He exhaled through his nose, staring up at the empty ceiling.The room around him was dead quiet. Plain walls, one table, one chair, one bag.No window. Not even a proper breeze.
He groaned and turned over, pressing the heel of his hand into his forehead."I miss my phone."
The words came out flat, a whisper half-buried in a sigh. He rolled again, staring at the opposite wall as if that would help."I miss my computer. The games. The comics." He sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair. "Boredom's gonna kill me before anything else does."
For a while, he just sat there, elbows on knees, eyes wandering around the bare room. His mind kept searching for something—anything—to do.
