I laid in bed, doing my best to push the fact that my alarm had rung to the back of my mind, doing my best to tell myself that it had never happened, that it had all been a dream. But even through my best efforts, it wasn’t possible. I was still painfully aware of the fact that my alarm had gone off, painfully aware of the fact that I had absolutely every reason to be standing up, instead of continuing to lay in bed and try to sleep.
Because that right there, was the key word to it all.
Try. I was trying to sleep. I had been trying to do that since last night, since the phone call with Hades had ended, and I simply hadn’t succeeded.
I had started to lose track of the amount of nights that I had stayed awake, that I had been restless or unable to sleep, but I was definitely feeling th
