Tonight was the first night in seven weeks I didn’t have to work on a Friday night.
I decided to try and get a full night’s rest.
I’m not sure if my pain medication mixed with my dinner that mixed with my subconscious, but I just woke up terrified in agony and incredibly confused as to why I had so many pillows.
My chest wouldn’t stop itching. (Actually, none of my body hair has stopped itching yet.)
I just know I was dreaming in Romanian, black and white color, solving the murder mysteries that I had put there myself.
This might have been my “Sherlock” moment, but I don’t want to go back to sleep.
But goddamn it, I just want some rest.