For the past two days, Mathew Patton had suffered from insomnia and anxiety. He snapped his fingers frequently, flexing the hardened muscles in his neck whenever he could no longer bear the stiffness. He had not attended his job, taking two days off without financial pay. Since his encounter with Holland, his body was simply not the same anymore. He had memories of his late wife all the time. He watched her walk from his bed to the dresser, and heard how the water ran from the open spout suddenly and without warning. He listened to her comb her hair at night, while the immense cloak of darkness prevented her from differentiating the forms that she hid in her bosom. Mathew had only slept three or four hours since that day when his brain was sneaked in, and his life changed.
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