Sleep was running from her like a pesky mouse and insomnia loomed over her bedside table.
The tug of her phone screen was hard to resist and her hands seemed to know the way.
Great. It was dead.
As was her sleep schedule.
The gloom of the streetlights outside filtered through her laced curtains and spilled onto the door.
As she got up to firmly close them, the loud mumble of her landlord brushed past her ear.
It sounded like pure terror.
"He's... DEAD. "