Chapter 41: Insomia

  “Good,” he said. It was unsure what he was referring to when he answered, but his eyes deepened as he stared at her, yet Anya did not seem to notice.   Daniel tossed and turned in his bed, the weight of sleeplessness bearing down on him like a heavy blanket. It meant to suffocate him till he could no longer breathe.   It had been weeks since he had experienced a good night’s sleep, either the constant tossing and turning, leaving him exhausted and drained, or the emptiness carrying him around the house at odd hours.   The soft glow of the moon filtered through his window into his room, mocking him as he lay awake, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had barely slept these past months. He could not muster up to three hours of rest a day and was making him agitated.   No matter how hard he tried, sleep eluded him. It was ignored every time he dared to reach for it, slipping through his grasp like sand through fingers. He was like a trapped man in a desert, barely any water in s