#Chapter168
I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, it's like I'm plagued by Ethan. All I can see is him, his voice, his scent... I just want him out of my head. I groaned internally and pulled myself up into a sitting position on the bed.
I don't know what time it is... There's no clock or anything; I don't even have my phone. I could do with a drink of warm milk, which always settles me when I can't sleep. I just don't feel comfortable walking around the packhouse.
I sighed and decided to just go for it. I stood up and went towards the closet to find something to put on my feet. I searched through my suitcase for my slippers, but I couldn't find them so I must have left them.
My mindlink was being poked at again... My head felt like someone was constantly punching me. I paused my search to wait for the headache to fade.
