Eleanor
It wasn't long before we finally arrived at their home and a couple of minutes later, I had already showered and gotten into my pajamas.
And now comes the hard part.
Falling asleep.
I guess you could say that this was the main reason I was anxious in the first place.
I always had trouble falling asleep.
Some nights worse than the others but yeah…unless I was way completely exhausted and mentally drained, I wasn't going to fall asleep so easily.
And I was getting completely sick of it.
I tossed and turned.
Then I shifted again.
The sheets were soft—really soft—and smelled like freshly washed linen and the air conditioner was on full blast, but for some reason, I still felt like my skin was too hot. Like something was crawling just beneath the surface, making it impossible to settle.
My legs rubbed together beneath the covers, and a frustrated breath escaped me.
