She had a cup of coffee in her hand. It must have been morning. He had meant to go to sleep before Amanda woke up for work and discovered he’d stayed up all night, but he must have lost track of time. Her eyes looked more shadowed and creased than usual, as if she had been the one who hardly slep...
He once stayed up until after three one summer night when he snuck out of bed to play a video game he had been addicted to at the time, but he didn’t feel tired tonight. Or, perhaps, he’d never felt more tired. But he didn’t feel curl up in bed and rest tired; he felt I’ll never sleep again tired...