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Unsettling. I ran my fingers lightly over the cover. As much as I wanted to keep reading, I couldn’t. I had work tomorrow. And right now, my mind needed rest. Even if it didn’t feel like it would come. I placed the book on the table. Stared at it for a second longer. Then whispered softly— “Bête…” The word barely left my lips before I turned off the light and lay down. Sleep came slowly. Uneasy. Filled with fragments I couldn’t fully remember.

I figure that they must be devising a plan to get rid of the pact and his power over me. Growing tired, I lay back down and close my eyes. The soft methodic hum of the machine next to my head, puts me to sleep soon after. I would greatly appreciate if you commented or left a review so I know that you liked the chapter. Thank you.

Just smiled that same quiet smile and looked down at her blanket again. I pushed down the small flicker of unease that threatened to rise. Kids get moody sometimes. She was fine. She had to be fine. “Alright, little star,” I said, opening her favourite book, The Secret Garden. “Let’s see what happens tonight, hmm?” By the second page, her eyes were drooping. By the fifth, her breathing had softened into the steady rhythm of sleep. I closed the book gently and sat there for a moment, watching her.

The plan backfires, unfortunately, and I get a little too cozy. So cozy that my eyes start to drift shut bit by bit, my exhaustion from yesterday catching up with my sleepness night, which combines with the fascinating but difficult information in the book. Eventually I stop fighting it, letting my eyes close and my head drift back onto my pillow, promising myself…just a moment to rest my eyes… Aaaand I fall in to a deep, consuming, dreamless snooze that lasts way, way longer than five minutes. The next thing I know, something is gently drawing a line down my cheek…

I approached the woman and washed my face and went out again and changed my clothes to comfortable ones and sat on the bed and picked up a book from under the bed. It is not an ordinary book, it is a book of magic. I read what it contains exactly what I want, and I realized what I fell into... It says that every time I close my eyes for more than a second I will see what terrifies me the most that made me change, but the way is not mentioned. He took care of all of that and fell asleep, but no way I didn't even sleep just put my head on the pillow I swear, I woke up screaming panic this time it wasn't normal more terrifying and I feel like it.

That book was interesting but it didn’t really help me solve my current issue. My patience was dwindling and I was getting very tired. If I didn’t find a book that helped me soon I would be in trouble. I haven’t been able to get a full night's sleep for fear of what my dreams might hold but now it is starting to show. I wrote a brief description of the contents of the book on a sticky note and placed it on the first page before dropping the book on the floor beside me.

He mumbled under his breath while subconsciously digging his nails into the tiled floor. He finally understood that I wasn't being lazy on purpose. I also wasn't just playing dead or pretending to ignore him just to spite him. I really couldn't help myself. I had only suddenly collapsed during the exam today because of this sleep attack that was clearly written on this medical document. Dad suddenly rose to his feet and pulled open the bottom-most drawer in my desk, where a pair of compasses with dry blood stains and an old, worn diary were hidden in the furthermost corner.

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."

The sun was gone, but it was still hot as sahara. I leaned in the bed and closed my eyes. As usual I couldn't sleep. I got up and took a book to read. It's one of my ways to feel at peace with my mind and body. Maybe this will help me get sleepy. The living room. It's majestic just like this book's theme. An impossible love story. Prince, princess. Breaking the rules for love. There is no better place to read this piece of art. I stepped out of my room and headed for the stairs, clutching the book to my chest. I lifted it to my face, inhaling its scent, old paper tinged with something almost... majestic.

I settle back into the couch, a throw blanket over my legs, one hand resting over my stomach as I read. The apartment is dim. Quiet. Safe. The words blur slowly as my eyes grow heavier. My breathing evens out. The book slips slightly against my chest. And somewhere between one sentence and the next, sleep finally finds me.