Iason just wanted to sleep, nay, needed to sleep so badly.
Nearly a month of less than four hours of sleep a night had completely drained him.
Slumber just seemed to be evading him and leaving him stuck with huge dark bags under his eyes.
Ordinarily. he would have drank till he passed out.
Mitchell's Fine Scotch used to be his drink of choice.
Now he had been clean and sober for the last five weeks.
Iason had a hard time believing he had been clean for so long.
All would be fine if he could just get some sleep.
Cheery days would return again if he could just sleep again.
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Awww, poor Iason! Loved your Acrostic!