NICKLAUS

My eyes snap shut, but sleep refuses to come. It’s been one hell of a day, no, one hell of a week, and the pounding in my head feels like World War III just broke out inside my skull. I’d popped two painkillers an hour ago, but the damn things aren’t doing a thing. The ache lingers, dull and merciless. I'm sitting at the edge of my bed, staring out into the dark sky, scattered with its heavenly bodies, the moon, glowing with a quiet joy, and the stars, proud and steady like a silent sentinel. They remind me of one figure, one memory I refuse to entertain. I...