Last thing I remember doing before going to bed is grabbing three Tylenol pills from the bathroom and swallowing them with some water. They helped ease the pain and I drifted to sleep.
I dreamed of Edward Cullen. In my dream it was very dark. A dim light radiated from Edward’s skin. I couldn’t see his face, just his back as he walked away from me. I was left alone in the blackness, no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t catch up to him, no matter how loud I called, he never turned. Then I woke up. It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. But there’s not much I can do but try to get back to bed. Hopefully, I won’t have the same dream again.