That he'd dealt with for years, but the pills weren't helping him sleep anymore. It had become intolerable and Cero was losing his mind.
Cero was a twenty-five year old artist on the rise; at least he had been until the insomnia kicked in.
He had short brown hair with a bit of a bedhead style, and with one strand to the right of his face a bit longer, it was dyed yellow and kept in place with two hair clips.
As a fairly good-looking young man, he never had a problem finding someone to spend the night with.Until the insomnia kicked in and he turned sour and bitter, without an ounce of sleep to calm his nerves.But with the few naps that he could manage, he still managed to keep up an appearance.He set out on a dreary morning in October, dressed in dark gray pants and shoes, along with a white t-shirt, but with a matching dark gray jacket over that, the zipper lined in yellow.And even on top of that was another jacket, a short one, only coming down to mid-chest, which was deep mustard yellow.
And because this lack of sleep was affecting his health, he wore a stylish yellow belt to match his outfit; it had a diamond pattern on one side and the other was a mix-mash of buckles.