DMZ travels

Delirium sets in as I spend my 6th and final day glued to the computer. I haven't seen the sun in days except for its shinning crescent peaking out to wish me a day of good studies. Any contact from the outside world comes through the looking glass as friends sitting side by side stay silently entranced in those finals they must complete. Vocal verbalizations no longer make sense as the only text I can respond to is that of a typewriter. I try to sit near a window but none of the blinds will open. People have slowly been disappearing. Once an atmosphere of chaotic frantics now a lonesome cellar discarded below the brick. Everyone's left, they're enjoying the world out there, the one I have forgotten. Is it nearly Christmas? I have lost all track of time. The dessertion is unbearable.