I haven’t slept. All night. Ok, so make that Thursday, May 27. 5 am.
No matter how I tried, sleep just would not come, and for no really real reason- sure it was too hot for comfort, the neighbours didn’t consider 3 am to be too late for making noise on the streets or too early for bedtime, and well, then there’s the light. Full moon night, and the ghosts have no rest. So what does that make me? Hours of sleeplessness slowly and surely persuade me that, if not me, than surely the night is haunted. And the ghosts? Ghosts are memories.
