C H A P T E R 57 - Sam.

I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling like I had already memorised the locations of all of the indents and imperfections on it. I had lost track of what the time was, and I didn't actually want to take the time to check either. I knew that it would only wake me up more, and where was that going to get me? Absolutely nowhere. I was already making things difficult by laying here with my eyes open instead of closing my eyes and doing something as foolish as counting sheep to get myself to sleep. If someone were to hear the way that I was talking to myself, they would be bound to think that I was crazy. And maybe I actually was...

Or I was just on the way there. But that did not matter, for the facts remained the same.

After my encounter with Elijah, I had fulfilled my instructions and I had done what I had needed to do to go to bed. I had used up as much hot water as I possibly could have when I had gone to bath, although, I doubted that it had as much of an effect on him a