WORRISOME
GILBERT, ARIZONA
A Few Hours Later
When Daniel rolled over one more time, he looked at his alarm clock and noticed that only nine minutes had passed since he last glanced at it. It was now 3:24 a.m. and he was still having difficulty sleeping even though it was an early Saturday morning. His mind was racing as usual. He tried to suppress thoughts of work: discovery that he needed to propound, experts to retain, depositions to take. No matter how much he tried to think of something else, it kept coming back to work.
“Oh God, please help me sleep,” he muttered audibly even though no one could hear him.
Daniel pulled the covers over his head as a way to keep the glowing green LED light from his alarm clock from glaring in his eyes when he tossed and turned. But that just made t
