Willow.
It was the sixth night. Six restless nights in a row and I had stopped counting after the third thinking maybe my body would just pass out from exhaustion and get the sleep it needed whether it wanted to or not but nooooo. I still lay there every night tossing and turning like a cursed soul on burning sheets.
My body was begging for rest but the moment I shut my eyes, I was in some twisted version of a dream where Damon’s scent hunted me down like prey in the woods. If only it was just hunting and not adding images I wasn’t supposed to even know existed. What do I know??
It wasn't always like this. I used to sleep just fine, dead to the world the moment my head hit the pillow. I’d even get a full eight hours if I was lucky. But now? Now all I could smell was that ridiculous mi
