The best sleep a person can have is on a rainy night. Stone Garrison was experiencing it. He was sleeping deeply and soundly like a newborn baby. Being away from his hectic life back home is what he needed. The rain was pouring, tapping consistently against the windowpane, soothing his body. He was all snuggled up to the sweet-smelling pillow left behind from the previous night he had in his arms. But as the thunder began, it made him stir maybe once or twice in his sleep. The loud intermediate clapping of roaring thunder and the wind howling in the night, accompanied by bright lightning flashing through the curtains, made him, in his sleepy state, pull the covers over his head.
But the consistency of loud thumping made him stir one time too many for his liking. 'This storm is a bit much.
