No matter how hard I try, I just can’t sleep.
Between the noise of the reporters outside, the curious onlookers, the flash of the cameras and my own anxieties, I feel like I’m trapped in a state of exhaustion with no way out. I’ve tried tossing and turning. I’ve tried covering my head with my pillow. I’ve tried headphones, white noise, the couch, the bed, tea, meditation…
And none of it works.
Finally, after what feels like hours of futile attempts to sleep, I finally give up. With a sigh, I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I decide to make my way to the kitchen to brew some coffee this time, figuring that if I can’t sleep, I might as well just get some caffeine in my system so I can power my way through the night.
Taking care not to turn on any more lights than necessary because I know that the reporters will just have a field day if they see the orange glow of a lamp through my blinds at midnight, I grab my robe off the back of my bedroom door and make my way out to the kitchen.
As I turn on the coffee pot and wait for it to brew, I lean against the kitchen sink and look out. The police car is still parked outside, with the officer sitting in the driver’s seat.
I can’t help but chuckle to myself as I watch. I never thought I would be the type to need my home under 24/7 surveillance, but here I am.
But then I notice something. The officer’s head is moving in a way that can only mean one thing.
He’s nodding off.
A surge of irritation, made worse by my current state of exhaustion, flashes through me. Is he seriously falling asleep out there?
I lean closer to get a better look through the tiny slat in the blinds, and just as I suspected, it’s true. He’s nodding back and forth. Then, finally, his head tilts back and rests on his headrest. His mouth is open, snoring.
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