It was a tossing game for Michael. Sleep evaded him. He panted for air like a thirsty traveler in the heart of the Sahara. Avery's words kept him up all night. Her broken voice reverberated within his skull, wailing loud and loud till he was forced to open his eyes. He sat up on his bed and rested his back on the head board. The sky, moonless and motionless, stared back at him through the curtained windows. Cracking his neck, he glanced at the digital clock on the wall, opposite his bed. "2:00 am," he groaned, wiping both hands across his face. Pedro would have listened to his rants, but he did not want to disturb his sleep with his wife. Yes, Pedro is married. He married Veleta, his college sweetheart. Good for them. "I'm done!" Avery's teary voice crowded his mind as he bundled the white bedspread to a corner angrily, releasing his naked legs and chest to the cold. Jumping to his feet, Michael strolled the length of his room, sourcing a solution to the imposed insomnia.
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