18.2 ARCHER

Speaking of Sierra, I need to talk to her—or at the very least hear her voice—to soothe these emotions roaring in me. It's only ten o'clock in the evening, and I'm not in the mood to finish my homeworks.  Perhaps I'll just get out of bed early tomorrow morning to do those. My brain is so tired right, and now the only person I'm longing for is Sierra; she's like my rest every time I feel tired. Whenever I see her face, hear her gorgeous voice, or think of her, everything in me has since to be in an array.  I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in months because of my insomnia episodes. I stopped taking the sleeping medications because I felt they had no effect; my spirit and mind were still awake; I felt like my senses were floating in the air, and when a new day comes I still felt so sick and tired.

"Archer, how are you? What are you doing? I kept messaging you, but you weren't replyi