The day felt longer than a usual one. The rays of the setting sun shone through the blinds right into Fyodor's face. He tried to ignore it as he sat on his bed. Moving to get out of their shine. Fyodor sat down on his bed, with his computer on his lap. He was sunk deep in his pillow, comfy with the silence that filled his room. He read through articles and typed out stuff on docs, work. It was tiring, but it had to be done. Fyodor absent-mindedly bit on his nails and the skin on his fingers. It was a really bad habit of his to but until it hurt or bleed. However, he just needed something to bite on while he read.