Insomnia

EMERY

After a long shower and a chef's meal prepared by Lil's mum, I find myself in the spare room, unable to sleep. Lil' and I have spent the afternoon doing what we do best—watching films together. I usually review her romantic comedies, and she reviews my action films.

I didn't have the strength to make fun of the slightly too far-fetched situations in the movie she chose, and she didn't dare criticise the cringe sentences in my action film.

Honestly, it's hard to know what I really need right now. I keep thinking about Conan and his body. I can't stop thinking about him when I see again and again how the guard threw him away. I can still feel the hope of seeing him again inside me.

But I have to forget it. I know I have to forget it. I know I can't keep pulling all-nighters. I'm supposed to be resting after what's happened to me, and I just can't let my sleep deteriorate the way it has over the last few days.