Talking to a Ghost
Since I last met Hayden, I haven’t had a good night of sleep at all. At first, I tried the sleeping remedies that I read about online. Everything that didn’t sound too crazy or difficult, I tried. Sadly, none of them worked for me. I would end up spending hours tossing and turning in bed until I got bored and had to get up to walk around the small apartment or sit and stare at the night sky from the balcony. Sometimes I had to read a boring book to help calm my mind.
Unfortunately, tonight was no different from the previous nights. I knew well by this time that the problem that I was having wasn’t physical but more psychological. To be frank, I was stressed and deeply disturbed by the choice that I had to make. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live my life involved with the mafia; on the other hand, I couldn’t bring myself to let go completely of Hayden.