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Alice had no way of measuring the passage of time, but she thought it was Thursday evening – it was actually Thursday night, midnight had come and gone – and she couldn’t sleep. She wanted to, because her brain told her it was the best way to make the time until she was released pass, but no matter how she tried to get comfortable and clear her mind, sleep evaded her.
She simply could not rid herself of the feeling that the moment she closed her eyes, some new, and unpleasant, thing would happen to her. She couldn’t even bring herself to turn off the light, which might have helped her to sleep – in her mind the light held back not only the shadows, but also her kidnappers, whom she was sure were lurking in the shadows, waiting to catch her unawares.
Huddled against the wall, she suff
