The Unbeaten Track
By Vivien Dean
I don’t sleep.
Okay, that’s obviously a lie. Everybody sleeps, or else we’d be a planet full of psychopaths. I can already hear Dr. Willoughby scolding me. “Stop exaggerating, Sean. You’re not doing yourself any favors.”
She was a b***h, but she was right most of the time, so I guess I should probably listen to her when she decides to poke her nose into my psyche these days.
I don’t sleep much.
That’s more accurate.
I go two, maybe three hours tops. That’s my last parting gift from Dr. Willoughby and the staff at Bronx Lebanon. It’s not their fault. f**k, they were great, everything considered. It’s just that after spending so many weeks sedated and stuck in bed when that hospital was the last place I wanted to be, I think my body has revolted. It’s
