Sleep

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

An electric ceiling fan. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mark rolled onto his back… where he’d already been, along with his stomach and both sides.  He slammed a fist down onto the mattress in frustration and looked up at the ceiling.  It was dark except for a rectangle of orange running across it and partially down the opposing wall, pumped in through the window from the streetlight outside. That light turned the slowly spreading stain in the corner into a Halloween m...