Having napped in the evening, I'm not able to get any sleep. Insomnia has been eating me since Ken r***d me and I swore to stop using sleeping pills when I realized I was becoming too dependent on them.
The lights are blazing and Seth is breathing softly on the couch.
I almost feel guilty for letting him crash on the sofa but that was entirely his idea. I know we should be sharing a bed since we are married but our marriage is a f**k up. I'll be downright uncomfortable sleeping on the same bed with him.
I roll over for what must be the hundredth time. I should have brought my sleeping pills. I know that I'll get nightmares once I fall asleep but I don't like staying awake either.
I focus on the chandelier, wondering what I ever did wrong to deserve such a lifestyle. I can't sleep in
