Everyone in this house is sleeping. Everyone that is, except for me. Bobby is in his room sleeping – he sleeps like a teenager, and I envy him for that. Luis is in bed, sleeping, and I don’t want to wake him up.
Since I can’t sleep, I’m going to work. I do my best writing when I’m on the verge of exhaustion anyway. Maybe I’ll be able to finish chapter ten tonight, and move on to something else tomorrow.
Time to write.