Nov 9, 2020
There he is, leaning over the balcony with a cigarette in his hand, and a tired look on his face.
He hadn’t slept in a few days, thanks to that good ‘ole PTSD.
The nightmares had been especially terrible this week alone.. It was almost like after working for so long, now that he had a break... His brain couldn’t rest.
There was no hit of dopamine, or pleasure, or really anything good that normally distracted him from racing thoughts. It was just him, Nuggets, and that dark hotel room that made the quiet almost unbearable.
Maybe.... Maybe he should do something today....