Leo walked over to the window and looked out at the quiet city streets. He realized that if he accepted the call and took that job, he might never truly sleep at all. He would just be performing a role in a brightly lit play, forever searching for a peace that would always remain just out of arm's reach.
With a deep, grounding breath, he picked up his phone. He opened his messenger and tapped on a group chat with his closest friends. Parcels - Closetowhy
I can't sleep, he thought, rubbing his face. I can't seem to find waking peace of mind. Leo walked over to the window and looked
As he set the phone back down, the heavy, vibrating tension in the room finally began to dissolve. The walls stopped closing in. For the first time in months, a gentle, genuine tiredness washed over him, and he finally drifted off to sleep. With a deep, grounding breath, he picked up his phone
"Hey," Leo typed, the glow of the screen reflecting in his tired eyes. "I'm staying. Who's up for breakfast tomorrow?"
He threw off his covers and paced the floor, his shadow stretching long and distorted against the floorboards. He tried to force his eyes shut, but it was useless.