24. Alone
Ed couldn't sleep.
His room at the inn was cold and impersonal, not to mention jut cold in general. The people in the room to the right of his were still awake, despite the late hour, and were actively engaged in conversation loud enough that Ed could hear it through the walls. There was still a light on in the hallway which was bleeding into his room under the door. The sheets on the bed were worn and faded with too many nights of use and too many washings and, no matter which way he turned, all Ed could see was the rest of his uncomfortable empty bed, and his ugly empty room.
He'd thought, after two years of the same, it wouldn't be this hard.