Throughout my entire attempt to sleep, I had horrific nightmares mostly of the agents in the glass rooms and if I were to fail at job, I would be the next feeding victim. I know a decent chunk of the secrets and I can't be set free from this job. Not yet at least.
Every so often, I would toss and turn and then sit straight up, panting to catch my breath and sweating the coldest sweat the human body has ever produced. At my highest fear level, I would look down at Holly and kiss her forehead.
At one point she mumbled, "It'll get better Gregg, I swear."
I kissed her again and whispered, "I hope so, I truly hope so."
Off and on all night, I would hear creeks and pops as if the floor were speaking to me in the form of the shifting weight of someone's footsteps. I slept with my back to the small side of the room and my gun under my pillow. I would crack my eyes open every so often just to make sure no one was sneaking up on me.
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