Benny’s POV
I’m sitting on my couch, tv remote in hand, flicking through the channels, but I can’t settle, something doesn’t feel right. The storm has died down thankfully, it was still howling when I went to bed last night, I still couldn’t sleep though.
After over two hours of tossing and turning, I gave up and came back to my living room which is where I’ve stayed, agitated for no apparent reason.
I check my watch, it’s five am, I’ve had no sleep at all, I consider trying again, but honestly, if I even manage to fall asleep, I’m going to get what? An hour and a half before I have to get up again?
I growl angrily, shoving to my feet and stalking through to the small open plan kitchen attached to my living room, tugging open the refrigerator and grabbing the half drank bottle of juice
