Capítulo 71: Painting

The bed was soft, too soft.

I can't help myself from hugging it. Maybe they will allow me to sleep in and skip a day looking for Bronn.

I deserve that much, don't I?

A scoff escaped my lips. 

"There's no rest for the wicked," I mumbled. 

With that said, I couldn't even keep my eyes closed. Hence after several minutes of tossing and turning, I finally gave up and got out of bed. 

I don't usually do this, but I might actually need a drink tonight. I heard that liquor helps put one to ease.

Though the comfort it will bring will only be brief, I needed it to calm my nerves.

Counting the stars and trying to keep thinking about good things didn't help. It might have worsened the overthinking, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Damn," I muttered, feeling the soreness of my body. 

Fifi might have lent me her energy, but that didn't mean I became a superhuman who never gets tired.