If there was ever a moment that I fervently wished that the day never breaks it was the next day following the day I betrayed Jonathan. My sleep was the most restless I have ever had. Even long after I heard the little soft snores from the bed opposite mine I couldn't sleep a wink. I spent hours turning and rolling on my bed begging my mind to settle but my thoughts were like little tennis ball bouncing around chaotically in my mind leaving me with no peace.
Finally during the wees hours of the morning I was able to drift off leaving momentarily the troubles of my soul but that reprieve only but lasted about an hour before I was woken by the shuffling noise in our room. Jonathan was awake.
I tried holding on tight to the webs of sleep not wanting to face the day and the troubles that I
