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The same dream again. I can't even close my eyes. Instead I'm up until 4:00 like a crazy person, pacing around until I'm too tired to do anything but sleep out of pure exhaustion.
I'd say it's good for getting work done, but it's not.
That other night . . . that could have been a dream too.
I don't know.
Men. Monsters. People who can strike you blind on a whim that sound like people you know.
I don't remember how I got home that night.
. . .
Keep moving. Keep breathing.
Harrowgate, I want that article on my desk by nine.
And hm, it's been a while since that thief made his promise. I wonder if he had cold feet?
Meanwhile, any good remedies out there for a good night's sleep?