Sleep

as reply to why not

His coffee was almost done. He couldn’t really tell where Keith had got it from. If there a pitcher between them he’d pour himself more. Offering probably to Keith first. 

Maybe he thought Keith had more but wanted to enjoy it himself. Alone. He drank the last bit of his and then said”I’m getting tried.” He yawned too. Even though he knew he’d just stay up in his room.

Keith just said “oh yeah, uh I’m getting there too. Might just stay up a bit more. Write or something.”

“Yeah”

“Yeah”

“Good night keith.”

“Yeah goodnight.”

He turned around she left the corridor he felt was more blue now. He was relaxed. He felt relaxed. Still he knew he’d wouldn’t sleep well. Or at all. Just had that feeling. Still he went to his bed took his slippers off and tried to sleep.