Chapter One
Mr. Sandman was mocking me. If the night sweats and nightmares hadn’t been the proof I needed, whacking my head on the nightstand after a particularly restless episode should have clued me in. I rubbed the knot that formed, convinced it was an exercise devilishly crafted to test my patience and likely, my sanity. Grumpy, I mentally added “Minion of Hell” to the sandman’s epitaph as I struggled to untangle myself from the remnants of a tortured slumber.
Finally free from the destruction that had once resembled a bed, I plopped my feet on the floor. The coolness nipped at my toes as I glanced back at my bedmate, who managed to snore contently after successfully stealing the better part of the blankets. His tongue wiggled rhythmically as he exhaled, a sign he was having good dog
