"What the hell? It's already two in the morning, man!" Carlos said as he got up from his soft bed and sat on the edge of the bed.
Frustrated, he pinched his suddenly throbbing forehead. "Don't compare me to you, Tristan. I'm an active doctor with several surgery appointments tomorrow. And I need enough sleep to perform well, or I could hurt my patients," Carlos continued.
Tristan didn't feel rushed to respond to Carlos's words. He gazed at the moon in the dark sky, took a deep breath, and realized it was now two in the morning. He couldn't sleep at all, especially when he yearned to make love to his wife but couldn't.
He felt angry but didn't know how to express his frustration.
