Chapter Eight

Emily Collins.

One thing that I hated,

Had to be the fact that my sleep broke.

And I wouldn't ever be able to fall back asleep again, that was torturous for me, staying wide awake in the silence with only your wicked thoughts to get and keep you going. Can you imagine that? For me? It meant I were to constantly have an internal battle with myself.

I was comfortable right now and refused to leave this warm, cuddly bed so I endured the little torture I was put through, once again, by myself.

Working odd hours everyday, does this, tires and exhaust me to the point that when Sunday's roll around, my routine sometimes take a little dip and instead of waking up at eight, it's already thirty minutes past ten and yet, I still want to go back to sleep and never want to wake up, until tomorrow, that is.

“Archer?” I knock on his doo