~Open: 10th Doctor: My Stones Are Weighing Me Down Heavy Today.~
The Doctor dragged a hand down his face.
It was one of those rare days, where he was curled up in his tardis,
In the Library and he just allowed himself to wallow in the feeling that he kept pushing to the back of his mind.
Usually it was on the day when he had not slept much for 4 weeks; approximately 2 days or 48 hours for a human; and thats when it would creep up on him.
He would be so exhausted, to the point of feeling that he could start crying at any moment.. but he refused to go to sleep and he especially would not cry.
Sighing again he ran a had through his hair as his red rimmed eyes stared at the ceiling of the Library. The couch was comfortable at least.









