Chapter 8. Insomnia

The fog crept down on the streets, slowly locking the upper floors of the buildings in its embrace. The lit windows disappeared in the thick shroud, hiding from prying eyes. She walked through a dark street and watched the rare lights. In her mind she went over different reasons why people could stay up late, trying them on herself. But none of these reasons could answer her why the insomnia had been going hand in hand with her for months. There were no obvious reasons, no disturbing thoughts or anxiety. She just couldn’t sleep. Every evening she performed obsessively all the rituals she could find or hear from the others, hoping that, as soon as her head touched the pillow, she would feel...View all