Bab 75: Chapter 75: Late Night Confessions

What was it about my sleep patterns these days? I woke with a start from a nightmare. This one at least was more natural in origin. It had something to do with Brad and a large cow and three zippers... I shook off the remaining fear, forgetting the details as quickly as the sweat dried on my face.

Man, did I need a therapist.

Which made me think of Pain. And brought everything back up again.

Knowing I wouldn't get back to sleep after that, I swung myself out of bed and headed downstairs for a snack. Maybe a nighttime nom session would lull me into dreamland. At least it would give me something to do.

I was bent over with my head stuck in the fridge when I felt someone watching me. I let out a little shriek when I spun around and caught Quaid looking in the kitchen door.

Hand clutched to my oversized t-shirt, I went to let him in.

"What is your problem?" I hissed at him, my heart rate struggling to settle after the second stressor in less than five minutes.