For some reason, my hands keep brushing against my slightly swollen lower lip as a result of... I don't want to remember that embarrassing incident, but for some reason, my brain seems to be malfunctioning, replaying that event over and over.

Arghhh, darn it. Come on, Aurel, close your eyes and go to sleep. I roll over and try to hug the round hamster-shaped stuffed toy beside me. This stuffed toy was my last birthday gift from my father. Usually, when I'm restless, hugging this round toy helps calm me down. But something's different this time. Even though I've been counting time, minutes have passed, and Gray's memory still keeps...