Continuation of 71. The Contract - Pt 2

The paper cuff around my wrist pulls me out of bed. When it nears the briefcase, it splits itself to twist around the handle.

I don't bother checking with Sleep; I know he's looking down at me with a wide grin. Instead, I brace myself for what will come next.

"Ready to go, my night owl?"

"Yeah."

We take a step forward. The weight of the briefcase makes the cuff bite into my wrist.

Sleep releases a sigh of relief and says, "Though I truly do not wish this upon you, my owl, I do enjoy your company."

My sigh is one of annoyance. "It's not by choice. Trust me."

To be continued