Christine.

Having napped in the evening, I'm not able to get any sleep. Insomnia has been eating me since Webb raped me and I swore to stop using sleeping pills when I realized I was becoming too dependent on them.

The lights are blazing and Fanuel is breathing softly on the couch.

I almost feel guilty for letting him crash on the sofa but that was entirely his idea. I know we should be sharing a bed since we are married but our marriage is a fuck up. I'll be downright uncomfortable sleeping on the same bed with him.

I roll over for what must be the hundredth time. I...