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Thème/prompt: idiot
Having finally faded into what first appeared to be a trouble-free sleep, Will jerked awake as a vision of horror spread itself in his slumbering mind. He had been experienced a lot of nightmares lately, more accurately night terrors. He was drenched in his own sweat, his tank top sticking to him. He abruptly took it off and threw it on the floor. Why couldn’t he sleep? He needed to sleep. His work required him to be fully awake, aware of everything around him. As a detective, it was starting to severely impair his work. Worse: his colleagues had started to notice, and that was something he could not afford to let happen. He had always been regarded as an efficient and accurate detective and he intended to keep it that way.
He sat up on the side of his bed, grabbing the glass of water and downing its content thirstily. Glanced at the alarm clock. 3:33. Lucky, I should make a wish, he muttered to himself, chuckling lightly.
He was awake, so he might as well make good use of it. He got up, removed his sweatpants and headed for the shower.
It helped.