Graveyard Shift

by M.L. Rio

an invitation to ask probing questions and get your hands dirty digging down under the surface of things. Sweet dreams.

Holmesian condescension.

What?

Hannah wondered what the half-life of sleep was—how long it took before an hour of rest drained out of your body again. She’d only been up for thirty minutes and already the day was losing its luster.

Relatable

Sleep in her eyes.

This is the ending? Nothing even happened and no questions were really answered

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This should have been at the beginning otherwise i won't listen