CARLOS
Sleep had been an enemy over the years. Even the pills barely work, and even as they do, it takes a long time before they do their work.
But that night was different.
Carlos recalled his last moment before darkness swept over him. He heard the voice. That tiny little girl's voice singing him one of those famous nursery rhymes, 'Twinkle, twinkle, little stars,' drifting him off to the moment he last found true peace as he laid his head on her tiny lap. Her small fingers stroking his hair in the most gentle touch he'd had in a long time.
He almost forgot what her voice sounds like. How warmly they coax him to sleep in the cold dungeon that clad him in torment and pain.
That one night was unforgettable. That girl was unforgettable.
But even as that memory brought him peace. It a
