I lay on my bed, waiting for sleep to pull me into its grasp. I am so tired, it's true. When we got back here, Anthanasios took Mary to the biggest room for her to recharge her batteries - so to speak - he hasn't slept for a while yet either. Guy fell to sleep as soon as his amber head hit his pillow.
I tried to sleep, but couldn't. Therefore, I set off, looking for where Mary had stayed. I found her belongings in a posh hotel, obviously helping people paid well. I managed to confuse everyone in order to sneak in, once in her room I had frantically packed all her things into a couple of bags.
As I left, I had sensed the night hunters zone in, luckily for me I escaped - obviously, or else I wouldn't be here now. I came back late last night, I plopped her clothes in a neat pile, Anthanasios thanked me by hugging me and telling me to, 'get some rest.'
I did try, still am, but I am plagued by insomnia.
Rolling over to my right side, I rub my eyes, trying to make them sleepy. No such luck. In the distance, I hear Anthanasios and Mary play, at least she's alright, he thinks to himself, he pictures her allowing me to see her.
Coming along, Maloria? He thinks, obviously knowing that I can hear him.
No, trying to sleep. I reply, I hear a slight inward gasp.
Ho- Ok then, sleep well, Maloria.
I hear him canter off down the corridor, waking Guy up from his long slumber. Was it just a dream? He thinks, I can feel him moving around. I cut him, Anthanasios, Mary and everyone else here out of my mind, as I try to sleep again.
Blackness creeps over from the corners, they slowly caress the room, encasing it in its grasp. My eyelids become heavy on my face.