I don't know what time it was, but my mind was still on the issue. The room was dark and quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the heater, but my thoughts were loud. I just couldn't get my mind off it. I was tossing and turning, my skin feeling itchy against the sheets as I replayed everything in my head. Thinking about it over and over again until it felt like my brain was going in circles.
I needed to talk to someone, I know I did. I promise myself that I wouldn't wake the girl up tonight. I saw how she looked when she came home, the way her shoulders slumped and how quickly she crashed into the pillows. I was going to let her sleep no matter what I was craving for, even if my stomach was twisting with a new hunger.
But I just can't sleep. The silence was too heavy and the guilt was starting to eat at me again.
"Princess, are you asleep?" I muttered, my voice barely a whisper in the dark.
