Yes. No. Don't do it. Why not? A week and a half after her stay with James. Idina leans her head back against the door frame, fingering the cold, sharp friend. The clock blinks neon green numbers. 2:04am. Since that day, that night, letting him into her heart and her mind, just however briefly, her total hours of sleep is a whopping seventeen and a half hours. All she desires is a brief release from the turmoil and agony inside of her. Pain. Delicious pain. How she used to fall asleep for so many nights. There's no reason it shouldn't work again. No reasons remain not to. Her hand clinches around her confidant. A flash of silver and the release of red, again and again, deeper and deeper. She pauses and breathes, studying her handiwork. One line, deep from repetition. She turns off the closet light and crawls into bed, quickly falling into a restless sleep. Silent, sleeping tears stream down her face as the white pillowcase becomes colored with red.