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Moonlight streamed through the window, and Ric fought with the clammy sheets that threatened to choke him. His cotton pajamas were drenched, and despite the warm temperature in the room, he was chilled. He threw back the covers and rose then peeled off his wet clothes and pulled fresh ones from the bureau.
After dressing, Ric pivoted and looked at the bed. In a swift motion, he stripped the sheets and dumped them in the hamper before retrieving a clean set from the closet. He made the bed, crawled back in, and drew the blanket over himself.
He closed his eyes, but his racing mind would not let him sleep. He rolled over and rearranged the bedclothes. Still no good. His eyes wouldn't stay shut, and he watched the hands on the clock crawl forward in the glow from the moon. Sighing, he sa
