He’s Found His Treasure!

Kira played rock music on her phone at full volume, but the battery soon died. She tried to tough it out by counting sheep, then counting numbers backwards, then reciting pages from Leon Festinger’s ‘A Theory Of Cognitive Dissonance.’ Nothing worked. She remained wide awake for as long as the rain kept pouring down. When she regained consciousness, the sky had cleared. The sun had reported for work and was dutifully casting its warm rays over the earth. Orioles in trees celebrated the arrival of dawn with their flute-like songs. But Kira was in no mood to appreciate the music. She had not had a good night’s sleep for two days, ever since Austyn stayed away from the villa. Sitting at her workstation, she kept nodding off and almost knocked her forehead against the desk. When she came back from the restroom and yawned again, Lexi rolled her chair over and whispered, ‘Kira, you can’t keep going like this. You can have too much of a good thing, you know.’ ‘What?’ Kira gazed at her colleagu