THE ATTEMPT

Hours away from dawn, I was still wrapped up in heavy blankets on my bed. I felt like a lazy vampire who abandons the Hex Potion to embrace the solitude of my blankets from the blinding morning sun. Replays of recent happenings made me groan in-between pillows as I banged my hands and legs on the mattress. It felt relieving for a moment until the unsolved problems dawned on me again. To make all matters worse, food was in limited supply in my belly.

The days were longer than the night, sleep has never been sufficient not that efforts were made to be in bed early but the sum of stress in a day could power up a generator. Even if it were possible for humans to hibernate, I, Daniel Grayson would be deprived.