068: uncomfortable

It's four in the morning, and I'm awake again. Most of the night I've been drifting between all-too-brief sleep and restlessness, and though I'm no stranger to insomnia, this isn't something I'm used to.

I've been perching on the side of the bed long enough that the cold air is starting to hit me; what I get, I suppose, for sitting in just a tank top and shorts when the furnace is out. Better than the alternative.

Speaking of which, he's stirring now. People always warn you to "be a little picky." At least now I know why...