I open the front door.
The house is dark.
I place a hand against the wall to keep my balance.
I’m not drunk.
But I can barely stand on my feet.
It feels like someone is hammering inside my skull.
I can’t bear the pain.
My body is close to death from exhaustion.
With great difficulty, I make it to my bedroom.
God...
Just a little sleep.
I open the drawer beside my bed and take out the bottle of sleeping pills.
I swallow one without water.
My eyes burn.
I collapse face-first onto the bed.
I don’t even have the strength to change my clothes.
I’m dying from lack of sleep...
But I can’t sleep!
This is the worst state I can possibly be in.
I close my eyes, hoping the pill will finally work.
A long time passes before I finally fall asleep.
But I wish I hadn’t.
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I hear sc
