I try to read my book. Or a magazine.
But despite the hours of free unclaimed time, I can't quiet my mind sufficiently to be able to read.
I take my book from my room, down the hall, to the TV room. And three magazines. I sit. I rise. I walk back down the hall to my room, and lie on my bed.
That feeling - pacing - ripples through me. My hands are shaking.
I lie back down in bed. Staring. I can't sleep.
Ben snores loudly.