(The events in the story are purely fictional and not meant to reflect any reality related to the author)
His head dug into the desk, like a soldier in a trench. His demons haunted the walls of his mind. A constant buzzing of self-doubt simmered in his brain.
His breath grew heavier and his eyes caught specks of dust that drew moisture (or so he said).
His mates worried about him. He wasn’t his normal self. But no one cared to enquire. Lest they were wrong. Maybe it was nothing.