The daemon haunts my dreams. I’m barely asleep when I hear him roaring.
I’m becoming an insomniac.
I walk around the house like a zombie, catching a few winks here and there whenever I can, but as soon as I slip into slumber, he senses it and he erupts, demanding my attention.
I barely eat anymore, and my nerves are so frayed that I burst into tears without any reason.
My husband has the same hollow-eyed look as I. He suffers the wrath of the daemon, too.
We love our baby, honest we do, but we just need some sleep.