I was trying really hard to sleep.
And I meant that with my whole heart and soul.
I did not believe that there had been a single occasion before this one, where I had put this much effort into trying to fall asleep—and it simply wasn’t happening. It was an insane amount of effort on my end, effort that seemed like it was being made for no reason. I knew that I wasn’t the only one who was dealing with this problem of restlessness, because the man, Hades, had been tossing and turning in his place on the floor as if it was the only thing that he could do.
I almost pitied him. Almost.
But for now, I still remained adamant on ignoring him, on pretending that I was asleep, because after all, that was what I had been supposed to be doing. I needed to sleep and I was supposed to be sleeping
