Henry's POV
I exhaled in annoyance, the darkness was beginning to bother me, Sleep was not coming anytime either. I felt my sweat soak into my sheets.
The irony was that I struggled to wrestle myself to sleep.
...I could not focus. Sweat dripped from my forehead and hair. No matter how much I tried, I could not get the rest I needed.
Damn it. I can't do this...
I wandered over to the sink and turned the cold water on. I splashed cold water on my face. I sighed in frustration as I dried my face off. I stared face to face with a portly early thirties man with spiked brown hair and troubled dark brown eyes. This couldn't be me, could it?
"You fat f**k", I told myself.
"Maybe you need a cold beer to forget how pathetic you are".
I walked into the kitchen in my grey boxers and opened
