Too Much LoveChapter 35
On mornings like this, when Nick had taken Ambien late at night and needed to wake up before noon, rising out of the depths of sleep was a Sisyphean climb up from a pool of blackness that clung to him like thick, cold mud and made his limbs heavy. Those moments when the dream-tendrils withdrew and left him in the dark, aware that he was awake, but unable to do anything about it yet always felt like he was balanced on some precipice where he was just as likely to be dying as waking. Awareness...