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Despite how much I wanted it to come, sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned, counted sheep, and stared at the ceiling.
“Argh!” I finally let the frustration whoosh out in a sound. “I can’t get to sleep.” I said aloud to Daniel, even though he could probably easily see that. “I want to see you so badly, but my mind just won’t shut down.” I figured that he probably wanted me to fall asleep as much as I did, so the explanation seemed necessary.
Lifting a hand to my forehead, I said, “I need to see you again. I have to have confirmation that you are real. It’s starting to feel like I might have dreamed you, and I can’t even bear the idea of that. I need you to be real, Daniel.”
Interrupting my one-sided chat, a nurse bustled into the room. This woman was perky and cute, much like Shariss
