3 AM. He wasn't sleepy. Yes, his eyes were heavy, but he couldn't close them because his brain was fully awake. "I can't sleep" he said to himself.
His mind was far away, while his eyes were staring at the shadows that his lava lamps were projecting on the ceiling: They were like jellyfish swimming in the ocean.
Nico's family was sleeping, all that he could hear was the noises of the traffic (kinda relaxing to be honest) and some dogs barking to each other on his street. It was a warm night in the city of Winterhurst.
He got up, put his flip flops on and came downstairs to make a tea in the kitchen. Bryan, his dog, was there next to the kitchen door in a deep sleep. Then Nico made the tea (strawberry, his favorite) and it took him about 20 minutes to drink it, while he watched the water dripping from the sink and thought about what happened earlier. The night was boring, so he went back to his bed.
He tried everything he could: listen to instrumental music, counting sheep in his head (his mom had always said: "Nico, count sheep to fall asleep") and trying to solve a rubik's cube but nothing worked as he expected.
It was not a normal insomnia, that we have at some point in our lives. Nico Grant, the rational and extrovert boy was now vulnerable. He was sweating, feeling nauseous and his thoughts were like popcorn, popping quickly in his mind. He was afraid and confused. After all, it's not everyday you see a "black-eyed" version of yourself staring at you on the street.
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Hey, Thanks for reading! I would love to know what you think about my story! I'm Brazilian and I'm still learning English so feel free to correct me. See you soon in the next chapter!
