Bill had been having nightmares for a month. Every night. He was afraid to go to sleep, because he knew he would wake up covered in sweat. He tried to stay awake, but he could only hold it for a couple of days before falling asleep without even realizing it. The worst part was that he never remembered what he had been dreaming when he woke up. Yet, he was going crazy.
Not too far from Bill's house an old lady was rejoicing herself. That young arrogant man should be having a hell of a time, she thought. Serves him well for laughing at me, she, on her turn, laughed.
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