Chapter 45: No Funny Business.

Andrew closed the door. I turned off the light and tried to get myself comfortable on my mattress, arranging and rearranging my pillow and blanket. It is quite difficult for me to fall asleep despite being so tired.

I kept tossing as I struggled to be comfortable. Realizing that no matter what angle I keep myself, this bed is the actual problem. I took my blanket and pillow and shuffled into the living room. Andrew's couch might provide some level of comfort.

But, the couch didn't. It is too short by several inches, and it gives me that desperate feeling of needing to straighten my knees. I try draping my feet over the edge of the couch, but the arms are slightly too high, which I think I can endure a bit till it's morning.

I felt my blood rushing to my head because of my elevated legs. I sat up, whimpering and staring into the still, dark sitting room.

Only one option remained, so I swaddled myself in my blanket and tiptoed down the hall towards Andrew's room. On reaching to his d