Nov 2, 2020
"Can't sleep...?"
Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.
“Looks like ah ain’t teh onla’ one w’o can’t.”
The old mechanic glanced up from working on one of his prized bikes, it was currently 4am in the morning. Lance had been finding it difficult to sleep tonight, having tried his best to get some rest but failing. He had finally decided to give up and had decided to work on some personal project since he couldn’t sleep, having been fixing the bike in question for almost two to three hours now.
“Did ya need sumt’in’ kiddo?”
Lance asked, wiping his oil and grease covered hands on a nearby rag as he turned his attention to his nephew. Insomnia seemed to run in the family for them.
