Tuesday — 4:23 a.m.
Rex slowly woke up, no… it's more like he finally surrendered and sat up in bed, sweating, heart thudding like distant thunder.
He hadn't slept properly the whole night. Every time he closed his eyes, numbers flashed behind his eyelids, flickering in a chaotic dance of red and green, tension and excitement tangled like vines in his chest, squeezing tighter with every passing hour. And now he had finally given up. And sat up in bed, beads of sweat running down his back.
The darkness of his bedroom seemed to close in around him.
He just sat there staring in darkness to something unknown, his eyes bloodshot, his body hollowed out by adrenaline and sleeplessness.
Still in his rumpled pajamas, he padded barefoot to his desk. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of moon shining brightly outside the window.
