It was night, and I was lying on my bed in the dark. I wasn't tired enough to go to sleep. I was staring wide eyed at the ceiling, rigid as a pole. My mother and father were snoring away at the other end of the hotel room. I didn't know what to do. If I could've read in the dark, I would've, but I couldn't. And if I turned my light on, dad would wake up and tell me to turn it off.
I thought about going into the bathroom and turning the light on, but I decided there was no point. I sighed and turned onto my side. I didn't know what was stopping me, maybe it was a subconscious premonition, but I didn't know that. I almost growled as I got up to go to the bathroom.
I didn't know what to do there, so I walked back out into the dark room. I looked around and decided to go out on the balcony to read. There was enough light out there.
I read through the whole book of Twilight until morning. I wasn't even a little bit tired. What was wrong with me?