After a moment of silence I sighed, “Sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”
“No,” he agreed.
I sighed, “Right.”
We were silent for another moment. Finally, Drew spoke again, “Paige… I don’t want to, to push you… but you told me once that I had to let other people in, I couldn’t do this alone… have you ever tried taking your own advice?”
“I prefer to be a hypocrite,” I said lightly.
“Paige.” His voice was disapproving.
I sighed, “I can’t sleep because I’m an insomniac. Chronic Insomnia. Primary.”
He looked at me blankly. I sighed, “Primary means it’s not due to medical reasons, such as stroke. It’s psychological. I wake up frequently in the middle of the night.” I sighed again, “I was on sedatives for awhile but it’s… controversial to use those for Chronic Insomniacs, because… well, dependency and all that fun crap.”
He glanced down, “You’ve spoken to a doctor.”
I rolled my eyes, “I practically diagnosed myself. I used to work at a hospital in Florida.”
He looked up in surprise, “Really?”