It was only when daylight began to creep in that I realized I hadn't slept all night. Again.
How could I?
My chest was heavy, my throat parched. I had drowned myself in bottles of some liquid I cannot name ever since I returned home from the burial, yet the soreness in my throat remained.
On the previous nights, I could have sworn I heard Kent’s voice in the room across from me. He was arguing with his mother over the phone as usual, trying to convince her that he wasn't overworked and that he was eating well.
The night before I believe I heard him yell housekeeping orders at me.
‘Hey man, check if the gas is still on. Make sure nothing’s still running. We don’t want to get barbecued in our sleep, do we?’
Usually, I would tell him I was too lazy to make my way to the kitchen, and if
