Rick was resting on a bed while looking at the ceiling. His eyes were narrowed as he tried to fall asleep, but couldn't.
'After so much time preventing myself from sleeping, I can't do it even if I want now. It is getting more difficult every month, I guess,' he clicked his tongue.
'When I was still with my family, it was very easy to fall asleep, particularly in the rainy season... Well, in the days when the world didn't seem that was going to fall apart. There are days when the storm is just too aggressive for a long time. But on those days when it was more peaceful, I couldn't help but always take a nap in the afternoon, being at work or not.'
Rick somehow always knew that he would find himself in the deepest bottom of the well someday. However, he never thought that he would be deep enough to be wondering about how he slept well in the past.