Evelyn
Restlessness consumed me as I tossed and turned in bed, unable to get any sleep.
After meeting Clara and Dad, enduring a long conversation with Clara and enduring Dad's lecture on 'A million reasons why not to drink alcohol,' I returned to my room hours ago. But sleep seemed to elude me completely.
My sleep schedule was fucked up, and my mind was consumed by thoughts of Jacob.
Was it wrong to long for his presence once again?
Perhaps it was, or perhaps it wasn't. Regardless, I was deeply troubled by this newfound forbidden addiction.
I’m addicted to him. I definitely am.
A groan escaped my lips as I abruptly sat up in bed. These past few hours had made it abundantly clear that sleep was an elusive companion, for Jacob refused to vacate my thoughts.
However, did I even want him to be out of my thoughts? It was a constant internal debate because I genuinely loved dwelling on thoughts of him. There was a strange sense of peace I found whenever his face appeared in my mind's eye.
