045: insomnia

The digital display of the alarm clock bathed the room in a faint red glow, blanketing the insomniac after the covers, in a moment of frustration, had fallen to the floor. Her tired eyes, too well adjusted to the darkness of the room, stared through the ceiling above and into the sky above...how many hours had it been? Three? Four? Did it even matter anymore? Night after night, it had been like this, with so many efforts at finding some solace behind closed eyelids ending in vain.

She had grown too used to his arms. Now, they were gone.