‘This is hopeless.’ Georgie rolled out of bed and took a shower. She stayed under the needlepoints of hot water until it turned cold.
Her head ached. Two days in a row of shitty sleep would mess with anyone. But she’d had the best nights’ sleep in eight months last week and dared to hope that insomnia was finally behind her. Last night proved that was not the case.
She took a cup of instant coffee outside and curled into the green plastic chair under the verandah, knees tucked against her chest. She drank the bitter coffee, lit a cigarette and took a long drag, feeling an answering kick of energy.
Georgie got to the end of her smoke and stared as the paper burned towards the filter. Although this summer was unusually wet and green, and they’d just had the wettest winter and spring in ye
