Thirty-OneAaron lay in bed, staring wide-eyed, yet as exhausted as he was, he could not fall asleep. The streetlight outside cast shadows of the nearby tree into his room, and he watched as they danced on the walls and across the ceiling. Krista was on his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about her that reminded him of someone. But what was it, he wondered, and more importantly who? Too many unanswered questions mulled around in his head. There was no going to sleep until he figured something out.
Slowly he began going over a checklist of possibilities as he tried to work out the connection, mentally crossing out each option as he went along. Krista, although attractive, wasn't his usual type, generally, he preferred brunettes. He was sure that she didn't r
