The night did not bring the peaceful rest I had hoped. The storm that I had predicted earlier in the day finally broke through the clouds in the middle of the night. It woke me up, and after some time I was able to roll over and doze in and out of sleep. My dreams for the rest of the night however, were fitful at best. Nightmare after nightmare, again and again. Starting pretty mundane at first. A typical nightmare. Enough to make you wake up and take notice. Gradually, getting worse and worse until I am waking up bolt right in a cold sweat reliving the events of the day… My cheek… throbbing once again… Hot to the touch. Was it a curse? No, that's silly…
After lighting my candle so I could see proper. I grabbed my watch to check the time. One AM. I reached out to the tincture bottle on my nightstand. Applying more of the medication from Doc Hart. Snuffing the flame once more, I rolled to my other side, facing my window. It was a rough night. But perhaps, once the pain dulled, I could catch a bit more of a peaceful sleep. I hope… I couldn't see the moon from my windows anymore. Just the way its beams lit up the town in its silvery glow, and a few shadows from time to time as the few lingering storm clouds passed in front of it from time to time.
Slowly I let my eyes give in to the weight of my eyelids. Sleep overtook ne once
more.