I lay in the dark, the soft glow of the streetlight seeping through the curtains casting dim shadows across the room. The only audible symphony in my thin-walled apartment was the muffled clinking of dishes over running water, the rhythmic swish of a dishcloth, and Aiden's footsteps as he walked back and forth in the living room.
He was busy tidying up the remnants of our shared dinner – a dinner that had been filled with strained silences and stolen glances.
Closing my eyes, I attempted to coax my restless mind to some level of calm. I’d heard of mental exhaustion from friends who’d been through some s**t, but until now, I hadn’t understood what they meant.
It was a brain-deep tiredness that made my temples and teeth ache, and my thoughts felt sluggish and jumbled.
Sleep tempted me,
