Sleep wasn't happening.
I'd been staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, watching shadows dance across the unfamiliar walls. The bed was ridiculously comfortable – probably cost more than my entire wardrobe back home – but that didn't matter. My brain wouldn't shut up.
Every time I closed my eyes, memories threatened to surface. The nightmares that had been my constant companions since... well, since everything went to hell. I knew they were waiting, lurking just beneath my consciousness like sharks in dark water.
The digital clock on the nightstand read 2:47 AM. Great.
I rolled onto my side, pulling the soft duvet tighter around me. The room was perfectly temperature-controlled, but I couldn't shake this internal chill. The kind that comes from knowing you're playing a really
