"…" I open my eyes slowly. I'm in my bed in a terrible position. I try to sit up until I taste something bitter in my mouth. I spit into my hand and see three half-dissolved pills.
"Urgh…" I can't sleep normally anymore, so I take three pills a day, but today I took seven after finding out what Esther did. I just wanted to sleep all at once. It seems like only four actually took full effect, since I spat out three of them.
It was a request I made to the shadows, a strong sleeping aid, so Esther doesn't know I've been using this every day for a while now.
"Great…" I mutter sarcastically, tossing the pills out the window. Looks like four is the limit. Not that I would die—the medicine is strong, but one alone can't make me sleep because I'm a puppet.
And two only make me slightly drowsy, so I need three, despite the guaranteed strength of the medicine.
