Alex stared morosely at the rising sun wondering which would be harder. Getting the kinks out of his back or getting rid of the headache from too little sleep and too much thinking. Thinking was overrated, but in the dark reaches of the night, hard to stop. He’d made the rounds, gone up some stairs, down some others, checked windows and doors, with worry balefully circling through his brain.
Was he overreacting?
Was he under-reacting?
Was he swimming into deep waters? Flailing in shallow?
That the answer to all questions was a resounding maybe did nothing for the headache. The darkness, nighttime, made everything look bigger or feel worse. Not just because his dad said so. Experience taught the same. This was why he hated nights. Not that he was wild about days when he hadn’t gotten en
